that every girl adored and every boy wanted to be? No.
Hollis was the ‘catch,’ because his daddy owned the lumber mill. The mill where my daddy and almost everyone else’s daddy worked. The mill that kept every other business in our little town in business.
With an ax and a cart when there was nothing here but the trees and a few cabins by the river, Hoagie started Cullen’s Lumber. Now, the town of Cullen has over fifty thousand inhabitants, all of them with a debt of gratitude to Hoagie Cullen. He carries debts of other kinds for most of them, too. Hoagie is not an easy man to like, but he’s almost impossible not to admire. I should know since he’s my father-in-law.
His son Hollis, my husband, on the other hand, was impossible to like and I never heard of anyone admiring him. Not after they’d actually met him.
A rustle went around the café as the two men prowled towards me and stopped to stand on either side of me. Uncomfortable I looked up, but I couldn’t see their eyes through their dark shades. Then I couldn’t stop my gaze from following the flys of their white shirts, down to the dull gleam of expensive looking belt buckles and on down to the strained Italian fabric at my eye level.
Their manner was polite and my thoughts were distinctly not. A thing that Hollis has made me do, that I never would have done if he hadn’t forced me, that I thought disgusting. He made me do it all the time, and always complained about how I did it. How I had no ‘enthusiasm’ for it. And I didn’t. Not until a shocking half a second ago. My throat tightened and I had to moisten my lips. Little Kylie glowered at me with hot pokers in her eyes.
The broader of the men was on my left. With a graceful, soft New England brogue he said, “Would you take us to him, Miss?”
And the other said, with the trace of a Pennsylvania twang, “If it isn’t any trouble to you.”
They were on either side of me as I stood and I felt light-headed. There was an air of danger about these men, something that troubled the air, but one touched my hand. The touch was soft, but a shudder like a sonic boom went off deep inside me.
At the same time I felt the warmth of the other man as his accent breathed softly into my ear, “We’re here. You’re alright now.” For a moment I could only stand still. A need came over me and my eyelids fluttered as I moistened my lips.
There was nothing I wanted more than to lead these two lusty, dangerous men out of the café, in front of all the small town’s fine ladies. And nothing I wanted less than to take them to my husband.
As the two men in black followed me back out into the hot sun, a long sigh dragged out of the women in the café at once.
Chapter Three
L IAM AND D ECLAN watched Courtenay from behind as she led them out of the café, and passed a couple of looks back and forth between them as they did. They watched her get into her Toyota and wait for them as they crossed the street. Liam handed the keys to Declan and he got in the driver’s side of the Range Rover.
Laim said, “She seems like a nice woman.”
Declan looked over at him and laughed. “Do you never fucking say what you mean?”
Liam laughed. “Okay I'll tell you what she is. She’s a fucking dynamite little piece of ass. Are you satisfied now?”
Declan started the engine as she pulled out. Following behind he said, “After watching the ballet that her tits and ass make, no, Liam. I’m not satisfied and I think I may well not be for some time.”
“She’s a gorgeous woman with a naughty sparkle in her eye, did you see that?”
Declan licked his lips as he drove. “When I was able to get my eyes out of the front of her dress and my mind out of her panties, yes, I clocked the little gleam of mischief in her emerald eyes. Now that you come to mention it, I did.”
“This Hollis,” Liam said, frowning, “From all that I can see, he seems like a total asshole. He sells the skankiest