Sparks Fly(Divine Creek Ranch 11)(51)

“You look lonely,” she said with an exaggerated Texas twang. The pouty pink lip-glossed look might have worked on some of the men in the club, but it did nothing for Seth. She looked awfully young for her collagen-enhanced lips and Botox smile, but to each their own.

“Not really.” Seth’s gaze returned to Jayne as she chatted amiably with Buck on the dance floor. He no longer felt particularly threatened by Buck or Chad but wished the song would end so Buck would bring Jayne back to the table. Seth was more than ready for a dance with her.

The young woman held out her ornately manicured hand as though she were offering it for him to shake it but actually expected him to kiss it. “I’m Presley Ann.”

Seth nodded at her. “Hello.” He shook her awkwardly tilted hand and released it, surreptitiously wiping his hand on his jeans afterward in case her heavy perfume had rubbed off.

“You’re that new tattoo artist in town, aren’t you?” At his nod, she said, “I’ve often thought of getting a tattoo, maybe something simple and sweet like a little angel or a heart.” She pointed to her darkly tanned shoulder.

Sweet cheeks, at the first tingle of discomfort you’d go screaming to your mama and want to sue me for pain and anguish.

He’d seen her type before. The screamers were the worst.

Nodding at Buck and Jayne as they twirled by, Seth noticed the wary look in Jayne’s eyes as she spotted Presley Ann seated at their table.

Pretty Jayne, don’t even go there.

He didn’t want her to think he was interested in that woman, so he rose from his chair, intending to cut in. Buck would understand, and maybe he’d do Seth a favor and take over with Miss Presley Ann.

“Why, I’d love to dance with you…” She let the sentence drift off, as though waiting for his name, but he didn’t offer it, thanking his lucky stars when Chad walked up and pulled out his chair.

“Actually, miss, I’m going to cut in and rejoin my date out on the dance floor, but Chad will dance with you.” Seth looked hopefully at the ranch hand. Fast on the uptake, Chad’s rear never even hit the chair as he smiled at the blonde and lifted his cowboy hat. “Presley Ann, Chad Jordan.” After that perfunctory introduction, he strode to the dance floor as a Brantley Gilbert song began to play.





Chapter Eleven




Jack heard Grace burst into laughter on the sidewalk when the three of them broke into a run for Jack’s SUV as soon as they cleared the nightclub door. Halfway there, he stopped running, having realized she still stood on the sidewalk, chuckling, with her arms crossed beneath her luscious breasts.

“Hah! Beat ya!” Ethan said triumphantly as he grasped the backseat passenger door before Adam. Intuitively, Jack walked back to her, and she smiled at him with a delighted twinkle in her eye.

“Awful eager, aren’t you?” she said to the other two as they realized their mistake and walked back over to her, playing the apologetic schoolboys.

“We’re sorry, Grace. We were overeager.” Ethan shoved his hands in his front jeans pockets.

“We’re horny,” Adam admitted sheepishly.

Grace glanced around discreetly. “You’re all going get some loving. No need to race to the finish line.” She reached for Jack, and he tucked her little hand into the crook of his elbow and helped her from the curb. It felt good to be the intuitive one for a change.

He grinned at Ethan and Adam and gave them a “that’s what ya get for thinkin’ with your dick, son” look before hitting the remote on the SUV and tossing the keys to Ethan. He helped her in the backseat and climbed in beside her and closed the door.

“Was that mean, to leave them standing there like that? I don’t want their feelings hurt. I was just teasing.” Grace craned her neck to look out the back window where Ethan and Adam were talking to each other as they strode over to the vehicle. Jack smiled at her words because always uppermost in Grace’s mind was making sure that her men all knew she loved them each just as much as the others.

“They know you adore them just as much as me. I’d be more curious about how they’re planning to make their little lapse in judgment up to you.”

“Oh, that sounds like fun!” She wiggled in her seat next to him.

Ethan pulled open the driver door, and Adam looked over the front passenger seat at her and said, “Jack, she still has clothes on. What’s up with that?”

Grace said, “Your mother is at the ranch babysitting. I probably shouldn’t arrive looking like I’ve just ridden one of you on the drive home.”

Adam winced at the thought and got in the vehicle. “Point taken. Make it quick, Ethan.” Adam got out his phone and sent a text, probably to his mom. Adam loved car sex.