Hang Tough(85)
Great. “We could go dancing too.”
“I’m not a very good dancer,” Jade said. “But I’m not bad at tennis.”
“I hate tennis. What about horseback ridin’?”
She thought about it. “I’ll try it. But since you were born with reins in your hand, that means you have to do something I’m good at. Which in this case is cooking. You have to learn to make one thing.”
“Fine. There is one other point to mention. You’re in my bed every night.”
“Like that’d be a hardship. But I’ll warn you . . . I’m a light sleeper with insomnia.”
“How about . . .” He pinned her hands by her sides and used his teeth on the back of her neck. “I wear you out. We could go for a run every night. Then you’ll sleep.”
“You have the best plans.” She rubbed her ass into his groin. “Or we could skip the couple activities and just fuck.”
“That works for me.” Tobin scooped her up, tossed her over his shoulder and raced up the stairs.
Two days later, Tobin sat at his desk at the Split Rock messing around with possible dam matchups for BB, the bucking bull from hell. He’d had good luck breeding him so far.
His cell phone rang and he answered it absentmindedly. “Hello.”
“May I please speak with Tobin Hale?”
“Speaking. Who’s this?”
“Chris Gowden. I own the LME Corporation in Casper. You sent in a resume and we’d like to meet with you in our offices, if you’re still interested in an interview?”
Holy shit. “Yes, sir. I am.”
“Excellent. When would be a convenient day and time next week?”
“I can be in Casper after two o’clock any day.”
“How about Monday?”
“That would work. Thank you. I’m looking forward to it.”
“We are as well. See you next week.”
Tobin hung up and slumped back in his chair.
Wow. He had an honest-to-god interview.
He couldn’t wait to tell Jade.
And what did that say? That she was the first person he thought of when it came to sharing good things and bad.
The irony of the situation didn’t escape him—he’d finally bucked up and sent out resumes so maybe he’d have a shot at finding a woman he could settle down with . . . and the most beautiful, talented, amazing woman he’d ever met was currently living in the same house with him and sharing his bed.
Since his computer was up he headed to the LME website to refamiliarize himself with the company.
Started doing business last year. So, unproven. He kept reading. Not unproven. The owner had partnered with the guy who started the bovine IVF company in Powell. But that partnership had ended and he’d begun his own company.
Interesting that LME had a different focus.
But then again, dissenting opinions on how to move forward were usually what ended business partnerships.
That issue had ended plenty of relationships too.
The next evening Tobin was naked, sprawled on his belly, his mind drifting and his body sated after Jade had tried out her riding skills—which were excellent—but she was such a perfectionist that she kept asking for a do-over. Like he’d ever say no to that.
This living together stuff was fucking awesome. Not just the sex part . . . but it was a serious rush to have Jade under him, or on top of him, or bent over the closest piece of furniture, anytime he wanted.
His tiger was as obsessed with him as he was with her. They couldn’t be in the same room and stay on opposite sides for longer than five minutes. They held hands through supper. Her place was on his lap when they watched TV. He loved going upstairs with her every night. He loved watching her getting ready for bed. He loved the moment when she wrapped herself around him. He loved the sense of completeness when he woke in the middle of the night and Jade was still right there, holding on to him.
She drew squiggles up and down his back. “I talked to my mom today.”
Don’t panic. “Yeah? How’d that conversation go?”
“It was . . . hard. I can’t really talk to her about you. So I listened as she chattered on.”
“How many times did she ask you when you were coming back to New York?”
Jade sighed. “Five. And since all my restaurant uniforms are in my closet at their house, I don’t know the best way to ask her to send them to me. I know you said Dodie doesn’t wear a uniform, but I want to be prepared in case I have to wear one.”
“Does that mean you’re sticking around and not heading back to New York even to pick up your uniforms?”
She stopped abruptly and jerked her hand free. “After all I’ve told you? After how incredible it’s been between us? You still think I have the ability to walk away from this? If your answer to any of those questions is yes . . . then why am I even looking for jobs?”