McKettricks of Texas: Austin. Linda Miller Lael

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СКАЧАТЬ confused and scared shitless by the emotions Paige could stir in him, seemingly without half trying, hadn’t wanted to go on to college, as his older brothers had, or stay home and learn to run the ranch, either.

      And love Paige though he did, he sure as hell hadn’t been ready to move into some off-campus apartment and play househusband while his bride attended nursing school. Rodeo had been his consuming passion for as long as he could remember, and its siren song was impossible to resist.

      Austin came back to the here and now with a jolt, and while he was able to shake off the memories, mostly anyway, the mood remained.

      Paige got behind the wheel of her car.

      Without Calvin there to serve as a buffer, the connection between Austin and Paige seemed even more intimate than before. It made Austin uncomfortable, in a not entirely unpleasant way.

      “Since Esperanza is away taking care of her niece for the next couple of weeks,” Paige said, as though she and Austin were mere acquaintances and not two people who had been able to turn each other inside out once upon a time, “Garrett’s making supper for Julie and Calvin tonight. Tate and Libby and the girls will be there, and we’re invited, too.”

      She wasn’t looking at him. No, she was too busy backing out, turning around, pushing her sunglasses back up her nose.

      “Just one big, happy family,” Austin said sourly. He was still smarting a little from the exchange with Garrett in front of the auditorium. He couldn’t very well blame Garrett for his low opinion—Austin had spent years living down to it.

      Paige glanced his way before pulling out of the familiar parking lot onto the road. “What’s your problem now?” she asked with a note of snarky impatience.

      “Who said I had a problem?” Austin retorted.

      In the backseat, Shep gave a little whine, as if to intercede.

      “It’s hopeless,” Paige said.

      “What?”

      “Trying to get along with you, that’s what.”

      “Excuse me, but it seems to me that you’re not trying all that hard,” Austin pointed out. Reasonably, he thought.

      “What you mean is,” Paige replied heatedly, “that I’m not bending over backward to make you happy!”

      Austin began to laugh. He snorted first, then howled.

      Paige kept driving, but she was moving at the breakneck speed of a golf cart in first gear.

      “What,” she demanded, “is so freaking funny?”

      In the next instant, with a visible impact, Paige realized for herself what was so freaking funny. Her bending over—in any direction—was guaranteed to make him happy, and he could recall a few times when she’d had a pretty good time in that position, too.

      The best part was, he didn’t have to say any of that.

      She wrenched the car over to the side of the highway, shifted into Park, and flipped on the hazard lights.

      Paige sort of pivoted in the seat then, and he watched as a tremor of anger—and possibly passion—moved through that compact, curvy little body of hers and then made the leap across the console and turned him instantly, obviously hard.

      “Maybe,” he said, “we ought to just have sex and get it over with.”

      She simply stared at him.

      Mentally, Austin pulled his foot out of his mouth. Shoved a hand through his hair and wished his hard-on weren’t pressing itself into the ridges of his zipper—he’d have a scar, if this kept up.

      “Let me rephrase that,” he said.

      Paige blinked.

      Time stretched.

      Cars passed, the drivers tooting the horns to say howdy.

      Polar ice caps melted.

      New species developed, reached the pinnacle of evolution and became extinct.

      “I’m waiting,” Paige said finally. A little lilt of fury threaded its way through her tone.

      “For what?”

      “For you to ‘rephrase’ that ridiculous statement you just made. ‘Maybe we ought to just have sex and get it over with,’ I think it was.” She adjusted her sunglasses, smoothed the thighs of her jeans, as she might have done with a skirt. “It’s hard to imagine how, Austin, but I’m sure you can make things even worse if you try.”

      It wasn’t as if he had to try, he thought bleakly. When it came to Paige Remington, he could make things worse without even opening his mouth.

      “It was just a thought,” he said, disgruntled. “There’s no need to overreact.”

      “Overreact.” Paige huffed out the word, made a big show of facing forward again. With prim indignation, she resettled herself, switched off the blinkers and leaned to consult the rearview mirror before pulling back out onto the highway. “You are such a jerk,” she told him.

      Austin couldn’t think of a damn thing to say in reply to that—nothing that wouldn’t get him in deeper, anyhow.

      “I can’t believe you said that,” Paige marveled.

      Austin’s response was part growl, part groan. He’d forgotten just how impossible this woman could be when she got her tail into a twist about something—or how little it took to piss her off.

      Shep whined again.

      “You’re scaring the dog,” Paige said.

      “I’m scaring the dog?” Austin shot back, keeping his voice low. “You started this, Paige, by calling me a jerk!”

      “You are a jerk,” Paige replied, raising her chin, her spine stiff as a ramrod, her face turned straight ahead. “And you started this by saying—by saying what you said.”

      He couldn’t resist, even though he knew he should. “That we ought to have sex and get it over with, you mean?”

      She glared at him. Even through the lenses of her sunglasses, he felt her eyes burning into his hide.

      He grinned at her. “Well,” he drawled, “now that you bring it up, maybe a roll in the hay wouldn’t be such a bad idea. We could get it out of our systems, put the whole thing behind us, get on with our lives.”

      Her neck went crimson, and she just sat there, her back rigid, her knuckles white from her grip on the wheel. “Oh, that’s a fine idea, Austin. Just what I would have expected from you!”

      “You have a better one?”

      She said nothing.

      “I didn’t think so,” Austin said smugly.

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