“That your husband up there?”
She moaned and nodded. A growl
rumbled from his chest. He thought she had to be, the way she’d come up on
them, and the way she’d looked before he grabbed her from warning them they
were caught.
“We'll talk,” he uttered,
dragging her down the hotel walkway away from the balcony. What were the odds
he’d meet the wife of the bastard that was screwing his wife?
He was the husband! Tess was gobsmacked as the tall man wearing a black
duster and cowboy hat placed her in his big, extended cab pickup that was
parked on the other side of the parking lot from “the deed.” She couldn’t think
the real words of what it was.
She was shaking and wet as she
watched him crossing in front of his truck, going to the driver’s side. He got
in, and she exclaimed, “I’m wet.” Her teeth clattered as she tried to control
them, and explain. “I’ll ruin your seat.”
“Don’t care.” His voice was a low
rumbly burr that she oddly felt in all her secret girly places, but his voice
was also tight, as in controlled. His wet hat came off, hitting the seat
between them. From the lights of the parking lot, Tess saw he had a long
angular nose, black hair that was long enough to hang slightly over his collar,
and he had pinpoints in his undetermined eye color, when he glanced at her. His
long fingers reached for the heater knob and he turned it on high. Just then
lightning struck and she yelped, clutching the armrest on her door.
“Name?” he asked, with an
apparent clipped way of speaking.
His truck started, and her voice
was shaking when she answered, “Tess Navarro.”
He hissed a breath, and the sound
made her think he’d heard the name.
“Vincent Whitehorse,” he offered
as his long arm reach to the back of the seat, and he turned his head to look,
while backing the truck.
Her breath caught and her eyes
widened — she didn’t miss the incredible masculine hotness making up his rugged features. She could have hissed a
breath too over his name, because she’d heard of Whitehorse Training and
Security Facility. She sent them out flowers she couldn’t use in her flower
shop that were good, but getting too old to sell. She liked the theme of WTSF
that was helping to save single teens, young women, and young moms, by training
them to kick ass, and then getting them into trade jobs or school.
Tess had heard a lot of the jobs
were security or bond chaser type work. But she’d seen WTSF personal on the
local community college campus passing out flyers. She’d also seen them around
town doing various fund raisers for their charity work. She wondered if he was the Whitehorse of WTSF or just a
relation. But the more important question tumbled from her mouth, as he took
the access road down the side of the highway.
“Did you know?”
He looked as if he was holding rein
on a sizeable amount of anger. Which she got. It made his features look
chiseled and even more masculine, if that was possible, and she was feeling the
distinct flutter inside her for the awareness of a man she thought strikingly
attractive.
“Guessed,” he uttered. She kept
staring at him as he clipped more words. “Knew. Done it before.”
“Oh,” she whined, dropping her
gaze, then she mumbled, “Mine too. Once, I know of.”
“Fuckers,” he growled.
Yeah, Tess wanted to growl that word too, and more she wanted to
ask why she wasn’t enough for Steven.
What was wrong with her? And what
kind of idiot was Vincent’s wife screwing around on a hot man like Vincent. Her
husband, Steven, wasn’t "all man" in the hard, virile, and ripped
category. He was okay, but not even close to Vincent Whitehorse’s edgy, badass
kind of hunkiness.
Wow.
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I imagine Vincent looking something like this:
I imagine Vincent looking something like this:
And Tess like this but with red hair
Vincent again
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