Chapter 10 Nash
Jovie Vector.
The name had been in my mind like a country song the past three days since I ran into her at the convenience store while I was picking up new work gloves for Clay.
Light brown hair, big green eyes, and miles of tan legs coming out of her tiny daisy dukes. She’d been a sight for sore eyes when she’d asked me what work boots, she should buy.
I knew she didn’t belong in that store. Women like her aren’t made in Lonestar Junction. Hell, not even in Houston where I lived a few years ago. That’s what struck me when I learned that was her hometown. I was certain our paths never crossed there because I would have remembered her. You don’t forget green eyes and full lips like hers.
My eyes took a slow sweep up her short pajama-clad body where the thin fabric clung to her curves and revealed she wasn’t wearing a bra. Her firm nipples peeked through the almost translucent fabric, where little bits of water from her still-damp hair had rested, causing the fabric to become see-through and giving me a show. I’ll admit, I’d fantasized about what was underneath there a few times in the past three days.
I quickly averted my eyes back to hers, only to realize she was doing the same thing I was—checking me out. Her gaze lingered on my hips where my pants hung low.
I grinned when her eyes finally made their way back to mine, hoping she realized I’d caught her staring.
“What are you doing here?” she asked in response to my question.
“Wylie told me he was going out with Lana tonight.” I shrugged, finished pulling my shirt over my body and sat down on the bed to slip my socks on.
“I know. I don’t need a babysitter. I’m alright to sleep here on my own.”
“I know that” I responded, trying my best to conceal the eye roll I wanted to unleash, “but what you don’t know is that when Wylie says he’s going out with Lana, that also means they are both going to get shitfaced at Rex’s Rodeo House Bar, wind up in a huge fight where Lana breaks up with Wylie. Then, they’ll go home and fuck for hours until they both forget what they were fighting about and agree to stay together. Wylie will wake up with a hangover and be useless to you and the ranch. Figured I’d do you a favor, so you don’t lose momentum while you get up to speed on things.”
She visibly softened at my words as she sighed and leaned up against the door frame. “I had no idea Wylie was in such a great relationship.”
“Oh, Lana, is something, that’s for sure. They’ve been together off and on for two years. I haven’t been able to keep track of the number of times he’s tried to break up with her and she’s come to our house, about beat the door down to get back with him. And vice versa. She breaks up with him about every other weekend, but Wylie can’t seem to let her go.”
“Sounds toxic.”
I nodded my head. “But hey, I’ll sleep in one of the guest rooms tonight, and we can pick up wherever he left off tomorrow morning early. You won’t even notice the difference.”
Though I hope you do.
She smiled. “Thanks, Nash, I appreciate that. And I appreciate you helping me pick out work boots. I wondered if after the fact you might have been messing with me regarding Carhartt, but they’ve worked out so far, though my entire body is aching from the long day.”
I can think of a few ways to help ease those aches you’re experiencing... and the ache I’ve been feeling in my pants since I met you.
I nodded. “No problem. I told you they’d be good. Glad they worked out.”
She smiled again and knocked on the door frame as she turned to leave. “Catch you tomorrow morning.”
“Yep,” I called out.
I can’t wait.
I turned off the light and pulled down the sheets, willing myself to get some rest but visions of Jovie and her see-through pajamas kept me up.
Guess it won’t hurt to take one more shower...