She looked at his bottom lip. He absorbed the feel of her small, delicate hand beneath his much larger one.
“Why would you do that?”
He licked his bottom lip and saw her eyes watch the motion. “Because, you need watching over. A beautiful woman like you could get herself in a heap of trouble if she weren’t careful.”
“I don’t think so.”
He patted her hand.
“Don’t you worry. Unless you do something wrong, then I’ll find out.”
She pulled her hand from his and placed her hands on her hips.
Amelia looked so fucking hot like that. Defiant, sexy, and downright fuckable. His cock was so damn hard right now, he hated to move an inch or he would feel the pain.
“Are you trying to get me all riled up again, Murphy? It’s not going to work. You’re not the boss of me, remember that,” she stated as another group of people, this time a family, came over to buy some tickets. Murphy tipped his Stetson at them and greeted the man.
“How are you doing, Murphy?” Jim Tempo asked. “I haven’t seen you around here in months.”
“Yeah, been busy helping out the dads on the ranch.”
“Running all those businesses your brothers and you are involved in, too. You’re doing well. How is Waylon? Last I heard, he had a hell of a fighting match in Vegas. Came back with some bruises, huh? Maybe he’ll think of quitting soon. Settling down. That’s what all four of you should do.”
Murphy raised his eyebrow at Jim. “Have to find the perfect woman. I think you snatched her up before one of the Haas men could,” Murphy teased as he winked at Jim’s wife.
Betty blushed then shook her head. She turned toward Amelia. “You watch out for this one. He’s as stubborn as a mule and then some.”
“I’m stubborn? You were the one who stood me up in high school for this guy,” Murphy stated as Jim gave his wife a hug and chuckled.
“Sure did.” She winked at her husband. They said good-bye and Murphy shook his head. He was still smiling when he turned toward Amelia.
Amelia had her arms crossed in front of her chest, her eybrows raised in question at his obvious friendly banter with friends. He scowled at her. “What?”
“Nothing,” she replied then looked down.
He moved closer, placed his fingers under her chin, and tilted her face up toward him.
She appeared shocked by his move. Well damn, he shocked himself.
“What?” he asked.
“Just surprised to see Mad Dog knows how to smile and not bite.”
He stared at her sensual lips. He held her gaze, saw her dark brown eyes sparkling, and wondered what type of lover she wo
uld be.
“Maybe I like to bite,” he whispered, and she pulled her lower lip between her bottom teeth. He stepped closer. He caressed his thumb along her bottom lip.
“You seem real edible, Miss Amelia. You should watch your sassiness. I don’t think you can handle it.”
She hesitated then squinted her eyes at him. “I can handle anything you could dish out.”
“Excuse me.”
Amelia and Murphy turned toward the little boy standing by the table with a ten dollar bill in his hand.
“Yes?” Amelia asked. Reluctantly, Mad Dog immediately released her. This kid had bad timing.