Running Wilde (The Brothers of Wilde, Nevada 3)

Jessie laughed. “You’re awful.” He always knew how to cheer her up.

“Listen to Dallas. He told you to stay in the here and now. I think he’s right. Now, you go to sleep. I have a feeling you’re going to be quite hungover tomorrow.”

“I don’t have hangovers, remember?”

“I remember. Night, doll.”

“Night, Michael.”

Chapter Six

Norma’s Cafe was filled to the brim. Jessie saw the line of customers that continued out the door. The aroma of King Cakes, bacon, and fresh coffee deliciously filled the air.

“Thanks.” Jessie nodded at Samantha as she refilled her cup.

“How about another stack?”

Jessie had enjoyed spending time with Samantha and Selby at Sneaky Pete’s Casino. They’d told her a lot about the Wilde brothers and their family she’d not known. “I don’t think I could eat another bite.”

Samantha grinned. “King Cakes can become addictive.”

Jessie patted her belly. “You’re telling me.”

“You should try our biscuits and gravy. They’re to die for. And our waffles are as big as a table.”

“Hush. As it is already, I’m going to have to eat only bread and water starting the instant I get back to DC.”

Samantha smiled. “Hey, why don’t we go to the Horseshoe tonight?”

Jessie looked over at the booth where Dallas sat staring. She didn’t believe the strange family makeup of the Wilde family could work when it came to her. Still, she was ready to let her cowboy off the hook. He’d suffered enough. Dallas had been honest with her—up to a point. And how could he have told her the entire truth? Any sane woman would’ve been out of town the second she’d learned about the Wilde brothers’ needs.

“No. While I’d love to, I have to get up in the morning early. I found out that to get to the old line you have to go on horseback.”

“Or motorcycle,” Samantha informed. “Well that’s a shame. I thought I might introduce you to some men in town who were more along the one-on-one variety.”

Jessie sighed. “I’m not sure I could ever go back to the norm after being with the Wilde brothers.”

“Suit yourself. Would’ve been fun.”

“Maybe next time, Samantha.”

“Sure thing.” The woman winked, turned, and went to another table to take their order.

Well, best to get this over with right now.I’ve been bitchy to him long enough. Jessie slid out of the booth and walked over to Dallas’s table.

“Mind if I join you?” she asked.

Dallas smiled broadly, his relief evident on his face. “Please, have a seat.”

She took a deep breath. This was going to be awkward. “I need your help.”

“Anything. You know that.”

“I need to go to the old mine. I understand the only way there is by horseback or motorcycle.”

He shook his head. “It would be difficult to get to the mine by motorcycle. The old creek washed out last spring.”

“Will you help me?”