Summer's Indiscretion(Divine Creek Ranch 7)(5)
She struggled with the umbrella, trying to keep the misty rain off her hair and loaded everything into her car then climbed in. Her cell phone rang, and she looked at the screen, wondering who would call her so early. She normally was just barely making her coffee at this time of the morning. Her heart fluttered with excitement when she recognized the number from last night.
“Hello.” She tried to sound sexy and seductive but was afraid the way her voice cracked gave away her nerves. When was the last time she’d felt this twittery dealing with a man—men?
“Good morning, kitten.”
She hadn’t been able to sleep last night, thinking about the sound of his voice, whoever he was. She willed her fingers to stop shaking so she didn’t accidentally drop the phone. “Good morning. How are you—both of you?”
The sexy chuckle on the other end made her stomach quiver. “Grace told you?”
“She pointed you out to me right as you were going out the door. When I asked, she told me it was both of you texting me last night.”
There was a small pause on the other end, and then he softly asked, “How did that make you feel? To know that two men were interested in you?”
Summer giggled and replied, “Given my luck with men, I would have run screaming from the nightclub. But I trust Grace. She verified that you are gentlemen and not crazy stalkers.” I might be crazy for entertaining this notion, though.
“Good. I think you’re beautiful.” His simple words sent a rush of heat to her cheeks, and she didn’t know what to say. He said, “Hold on. Someone else wants to say hello.”
Summer heard what must’ve been road noise and then a different, slightly rougher-sounding voice said, “Good morning, Summer. How are you?”
His gravelly voice was deeper, and her body responded instantly to hearing him speak for the first time. You slutty thing, you! She wondered what kind of woman responded to two men who she barely knew by getting hot and wet just from the sound of their voices. Summer thought of Grace and knew that she and her men had to start somewhere, too. She decided she might also be a lucky woman this time around.
“I’m fine. How are you?”
“Did you sleep well?” She squirmed in her seat, thinking that voice was playing havoc with her body’s responses.
Honestly, she replied, “No. I couldn’t stop thinking about last night.”
The deep voice chuckled and replied, “We hated to leave like that, but duty called. If we weren’t working, we would’ve asked Grace to introduce us last night. What did you think of the song? Did Grace tell you?”
Even higher rosy color filled her cheeks, and she squirmed again. The conversation was definitely getting to her. “Honestly? I was floored by it.”
“What do you mean, darlin’?”
“It was honest. Between the song and what both of you said in the texts.” She paused and then went on, “I liked that someone was being honest with me for a change. You could see what I looked like and you still wanted me. Then—”
He interrupted her. “We could ‘see what you looked like?’”
“Yes. Full-figured. Plus-sized. Big.”
“Darlin’, we could see that you are beautiful, luscious curves and all. You were surrounded by your friends, laughing, and having a good time, despite being ill treated by your date, which showed the strength of your character. I don’t read fashion magazines and I don’t subscribe to the belief that you have to be thin to be considered beautiful. I couldn’t take my eyes off of you last night. Don’t believe what that asshole was trying to tell you by ignoring you. We’d never treat you that way. You’re worthy of being noticed. And we weren’t the only men watching you last night.”
She highly doubted that but said, “Really?”
“Yes. Hold on a second, darlin’.”
“Wait, what’s your—” What’s your name? Dang it. The sound of road noise increased, and she realized they’d switched to speakerphone.
The other man said, “The song was supposed to communicate how we felt, watching him ignore you. The week before was even worse, when that dickhead kept talking down to you. Neither of us could hear what he was saying, but we could read your body language, despite you trying to act like he didn’t hurt your feelings.”
“Oh. You saw that, huh?”
“Yes. I thought he was your boyfriend. I finally called Grace and asked her.”
“You did?”
“Yes. She said I should feel free to make a move as you were unattached.”
She smiled widely, and a pleasant, warm feeling washed over her. “I wish you had. Wait. Are either of you married?” Her stomach clenched waiting for his answer. The butterflies doing acrobatics in her stomach were getting to her.