Summer's Indiscretion(Divine Creek Ranch 7)(3)
Pulling his own out, Ace selected Grace’s number and sent her a text message.
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A few minutes after the song was over and they were all back at the table, Summer watched Grace remove her cell phone from her evening bag. Grace squinted at the display and then smiled widely. Summer observed as she sent back a brief text message.
Taylor continued ignoring her, having never acknowledged her return. Rachel drew Summer into a conversation, but a minute later she felt Grace’s touch at her shoulder. Grace placed her phone in Summer’s hand, pointed at it, and said, “For you.”
Summer looked down and gasped.
“He’s not paying attention to you like he should.”
Summer glanced up at her friend, and Grace whispered, “Trust me. You want to answer him.”
“Who are you?”
“A man who wants to take you away from that prick. I would, but I’m working.”
With shaking fingers, she typed, “Where are you?”
“If I were him, I wouldn’t ignore you. I watched as you danced and you’re beautiful. I wanted you.”
Her breath left her in a rush.
“Are you Grace’s friend?” What a stupid thing for her to ask. Of course he was. How else would he know to contact her?
“Yes. She told me he hurt your feelings. I would never treat you like that.” Another text message quickly followed on the heels of his last message. “Would it be too much to ask for your phone number?”
She paused for a second, her heart thudding in her chest, before typing the number. “Please call me. I have to hear your voice.”
The phone vibrated in her hand. She touched the talk icon and said, “Where are you?”
“I’m sorry, kitten. I’m working, and I have to leave right now.”
Summer looked around the club, but too many people were milling around for her to easily spot someone with a phone to his ear.
“What’s your name?”
“I’m sorry, kitten. I’ll be in touch.” There was regret in his tone before the line went dead.
Summer stood from her chair and searched the crowd then turned to Grace. “Who was that?” Damn, his voice was like whiskey in her blood. “Where is he?” Taylor never even turned her way.
Grace pointed to two very tall, powerfully built men in suits as they disappeared through the entry. Summer would’ve run after them, but Grace stopped her.
“They’re working. Otherwise he would’ve been over here asking you for a dance. He’s requested the next song for you.”
“He what?”
“Ethan told me he requested a special song for you to be played. He said it’s next.”
Summer felt unsettled. Her heart pounded, and she realized her silk G-string was soaked. Just from the sound of his voice.
Oh, damn. Here I go again.
With tingling cheeks, she looked over at Taylor. Jack was speaking quietly to him and didn’t look very happy as he did it.
Shit, what is Jack saying to him?
She still vacillated with the urge to follow those men into the parking lot. She turned to Grace and said, “There were two of them. Which one was sending the text messages?”
Grace smiled and looked very satisfied with herself. “They both were.”
Summer had to sit down before she fell down. Holy shit! They were both sending text messages to her? “You mean…”
“Oh, baby, do I ever.”
“Who was I talking to? I only talked to one of them.”
“I don’t know.”
“They were both texting me?”
“That’s what he told me before I handed you the phone. Oh! Holy moley! It’s on! The song they requested is on! Listen!”
Summer heard familiar, gentle guitar chords as a love song began to play.
Just then Taylor grabbed her arm. “Come on, Summer. It appears I’ve neglected you. I suppose we ought to dance.”
Grace pressed her lips into a straight line, staring daggers at Taylor. Taylor’s only response was a shrug. Summer was torn as she smiled at Taylor as nicely as she was able. Ugliness would only ruin this surreal moment.
She allowed him to lead her onto the dance floor as she listened to the singer’s rugged voice. She recognized the song as “Steal You Away” by the Randy Rogers Band. Taylor never pulled her close as they danced an awkward two-step, and Summer was quite content to keep it that way. She was caught up in the lyrics and the sudden arousal flooding her body as she listened and remembered the sound of the caller’s deep, velvety voice.
“I could see you standing with him.
He ain’t holding your hand like he should.
He ain’t listening to a word you say.
He doesn’t look at you the way I would.