Once with a Cowboy: Loving Day Collection (One Night Only Book 1) Read Free Page B

for some R&R? Promise no parties.” He gave Ty a bright smile.
                  “Yeah, just not when I’m there. I’m heading up there this weekend. May try and convince Nessa to come with me to plan the viewing party and the Loving Day shindig. Gotta get ready for the Cup.” He turned too fast and winced as his hip twinged. It had been years since he’d retired from professional ice hockey but his hip still acted up from time to time. Didn’t stop him from getting on the ice and playing around with a few friends and ex-teammates, but he couldn’t stay on as long as he used to.
                  Drake’s pager went off. “Crap, gotta go. Tons to do tomorrow. We’ll check in later, okay?” Drake held out his fist and Ty bumped it. He did the same to Roy and his best friends left.
                  Nessa came back his way and his brain finally worked long enough to remind him of what he wanted to ask her. “Hey, I have some stuff I have to check at the ranch. Want to spend the weekend there? Just the two of us. I promise to make that Bananas Foster French toast you love.” He reached out and brushed away a few curls that had fallen across her temple. She shivered and moved closer but didn’t look into his eyes.
                  “Yeah, sure. I have some stuff to show you, but since you want to punish me…” she peeked up at him through her thick dark lashes, a coy expression on her face.
                  “Stuff?” He gave the tendril a gentle pull. “What kind of stuff?”
                  “Sexy stuff, like, bacon lube,” she whispered before glancing around to be sure that no one was close enough to hear them. At least not yet.
                  His errant cock jerked at the word lube. “Bacon lube?”
                  Her head bobbed up and down. “Bacon flavored lube.” The pink tip of her tongue darted out, wetting her mouth and drawing attention to the plump bottom lip.
                  “Oh really?” He ducked his head. Despite wanting to wrap an arm around her and drag her against him, he resisted, mindful that it was still bar hours. “Later, honey.”
                  She nodded. “Later,” she whispered, her tone low and rough.
    “Anyway, almost keys and cab time. Didn’t have a chance to ask during the crush, but did you grab some grub?” His inner protective streak manifested itself. He’d been happy for her when she’d asked for time off to attend a friend’s bachelorette party but he’d missed her like crazy.
                  He doubted any strippers could tempt his girl but being around her friends made her less likely to make sure she ate something or just change her shoes to make herself more comfortable. Not that he minded those sexy stilettos she toddled on.
                  “The girls and I went to a small diner but I didn’t eat much. Candi and I took a cab back into town since we used one car to get to the party and the other girls needed it for the continued debauchery. That’s why I was late, we had to drop off Candi first and then me. We need to stop by my place to get my stuff.”
                  “Okay, honey, and bring those heels, if you can stand to walk around in them tomorrow.” He winked before turning to a few people who made their way up to the bar for some last minute drinks. “Last call boys and girls. Hand over your keys as you get your drinks.” He scanned the tables. Less than ten people still around. A peek over at Nessa showed her dealing with two guys who’d been playing pool all night.
                  “Here’s your receipts. Be sure to come back when we have the Stanley Cup parties, okay?” She handed the guy his change and a receipt.
                  “You gonna be working, sugar? If so, I may have to drop by.” He gave her a slow smile.
                  She