Devil in Texas (Rugged and Risque 1)
She wasn’t letting him off the hook that easily. “You and your…uncle—” it seemed like such an absurd notion they were related, even if only by paper—”aren’t simpatico, obviously. But you don’t mind the Mrs. Reverend Bain’s closed-minded views?”
He actually laughed. “You just met her.”
“Yes, and she ran into us because she was so shocked and appalled by a shop owner trying to sell her goods.”
“I see where you’re coming from,” he said, catching on quick. His gaze shifted from the road and landed on her. “Lydia’s more than my aunt.”
Aha!
“She’s a friend of mine.”
“Yet the reverend isn’t?” Liza countered.
His eyes returned to the road. “Some people like ketchup, but not the tomatoes it comes from, darlin’.”
She frowned. “Meaning you can like the reverend’s wife even if you don’t like the man she married. Okay, so…why are you so tolerant of her, but not him?” Liza just didn’t get that part.
“It’s complicated.”
Of course it is.
“I’m beginning to think everything in Wilder is complicated.”
He flashed her an unexpected grin. “Not us.”
She laughed, despite the serious conversation. The man could melt butter with his scorching-hot gaze. But she was still confused. “Are you sure about that?”
That heated gaze slid over her in a slow, suggestive way, making her think he was visually undressing her. Imagining pressing her into the mattress again as his thick cock sank into her. “Oh yeah,” he said, quite simply.
Liza flushed from head to toe. As usual. But she continued on, breathless though she was. “Okay, clearly the sex isn’t complicated. But what about the rest of it?”
As he turned into the drive and the tall, bushy trees whizzed by them, he said, “Is there anything between us that’s convoluted?”
She gave his question the consideration it was due. And came up empty-handed. In truth, whatever his beef with Bain was had nothing to do with them. As long as he wasn’t banging the reverend’s wife, his relationship with Lydia had nothing to do with them, either.
Damn. He was always one step ahead of her. But she did have to clear up the thing with his aunt, for her own peace of mind.
“You said you’ve never dated anyone in Wilder.”
“I’m true to my word. Ask anyone.”
“‘Dating’ is a subjective term,” she pointed out.
The corners of his mouth lifted and Liza fought back the sigh that tickled her throat as the dimple teased her. Not fully revealing itself, but hinting that it just might grace her with its presence if she amused Jack a little more.
“I’ve only made love to one person in Wilder.”
Her breath caught. “Who?” she asked, curiosity getting the best of her.
His gaze landed on her again and he said, “You, of course.”
Oh.
Her heart hammered a little heavier in her chest, because she was thinking of exactly how he’d made love to her this morning.
Yet she still had business to clear up. “Not even back in—”
“Nope.”