Flirting with Texas (Deep in the Heart of Texas) Read Free Page B

mop of hair and the too small t-shirt that clung to his thin torso. The miles of tattoos that covered his arms and the studded belt that hung on the hips of his skinny jeans.
    “We’re out of OJ,” he said as he poured the last of it in his glass. “And can you spare a twenty? I need some new guitar strings—”
    “I love you,” Jenna blurted out.
    There was a strained moment where Davy’s shoulders tightened before he answered. “Yeah, I love you too, babe.”
    Relief flooded Jenna, and she walked over and gave him a hug from behind. He didn’t turn and hug her back, but Davy had never been the affectionate type. Instead, he took a drink of his orange juice and pulled a cheese Danish out of a bag as if his girlfriend wasn’t clinging to his back like a baby chimpanzee. The pastry smelled delicious, and she leaned up for a bite, but he pulled it away before she could get one and headed to the bedroom.
    “Just leave the twenty on the dresser.”
    After he went to bed, Jenna got in the shower. While she stood under the hot spray of water, she went over all the reasons that she loved Davy. There had to be a million. So many that she was still at it when she walked intothe bedroom to get dressed. Davy was sound asleep, his mouth drooling on the embroidered pillowcases her Aunt Lucinda had made for her. She suddenly remembered the twenty that he’d asked for and went in search of her tote bag.
    She found her bag in the corner of the living room where she’d tossed it the night before. Along with one silver high heel. Just the sight of the lone shoe ticked her off, and she kicked it out of the way and grabbed her bag. She went to pull her wallet out when she noticed the side pocket where she kept her cell phone.
    It was empty.
    After dumping the entire contents of her tote out on the floor, she soon realized that a shoe wasn’t the only thing she had lost the night before. She tried not to panic, but it wasn’t easy. Not when it would take money to replace her phone, and when she didn’t know who was in possession of all her pictures, videos, and Internet passwords.
    Jenna thought back to the night before. The last time she’d had the phone was when the driver had grabbed her. Once she’d elbowed him in the stomach, she’d slipped the phone in her tote bag. Which meant that she’d lost it in the carriage. No doubt, while wrestling with the cowboy.
    Did he have her cell phone? Or had the driver discovered it later?
    There was only one way to find out.
    Dropping the empty tote, she hurried back into the bedroom. Davy’s jeans were on the floor where he’d left them. She pulled the cell phone from his back pocket. A text message came up on the screen—
Miss you already
. Since Davy’s band members were always screwing around with him, she ignored it and dialed her number.The phone rang a good six times before it was picked up. The thick country twang that came through the receiver made Jenna instantly annoyed.
    “Beauregard Cates speakin’.”
    “I want my phone back,” she said.
    “Hey there, Blondie.” His voice dripped with country boy charm. “I was wonderin’ when you would get around to callin’.”
    Jenna could almost picture the smug smile on his face, and she gritted her teeth and repeated herself. “I want my phone back.”
    “Of course you do,” he said. “And I’d like about two hours of my life back from the NYPD and that nosy reporter, but I don’t think that’s going to happen.”
    “The cops arrested you?”
    “No, they just questioned me and the carriage driver, who seemed to forget most of the details, including you trying to steal his carriage. What were you doing there, anyway? It wouldn’t have to do with the videos I found on your phone, would it? Are you one of those crazy animal activists?”
    Jenna’s eyes narrowed. “You went through my phone?”
    “Of course.” He didn’t sound the least bit sorry. “How else would I locate the owner? I thoroughly enjoyed the