Running Wilde (The Brothers of Wilde, Nevada 3)
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Her stomach growled an answer. “Famished.”
“Why don’t we all go to Norma’s and get something to eat?”
She grinned. “Anything but King Cakes. I’ve had them four times this week.”
“Have you tried the Jack Nicholson prime rib?” Jackson asked.
“Don’t tell me that he’s been here, too?”
They all nodded.
“Well, I need to clean up first.”
“How about we give you a bath like we did once before?” Denver grabbed her hand.
She squeezed his back. “That would only delay us another hour or more. You remember what happened after that bath?”
“Food can wait, sub.” He smiled wickedly.
“Works for me,” Phoenix chimed in.
“Me, too.” Jackson nodded.
“You’d give up food for me, guys?”
Dallas rubbed her shoulders. “For you, that and so much more, my love.”
“Our love.” Jackson kissed her forehead. “You’re the woman of our dreams, Jessie.”
She was falling hard, and she didn’t want to brace herself for a fall. Foolish or not, I’m staying in the here and now. Tomorrow would come soon enough. “Okay. If you cowboys want to bathe me, why should I stop you?”
“Silly, sub. Like you could stop us.” Denver kissed her hair.
Dallas asked, “What state, love?”
“Green, Sir. So very green.”
End of Book 3: Running Wilde