didn’t ask you to miss work. I left you tied to the bed so you can be accessible while you’re on leave. Consider the time off a mini vacation long overdue.”
“Attending race events is part of what I do!”
“Don’t fret,” Luke told her. “Your company would’ve been in good hands. He was going to ask Billy to stand in for you.”
“Billy?” she screeched. “Are you serious? Billy is dumb as a coal bucket!”
“Thanks,” Billy remarked, stepping onto the porch. “I may not have the hardest tool in the pits, but at least I’m not out here walking around in handcuffs dragging two by fours—or bedposts, which are what those look like—around behind me.”
“Oh God,” Lucy said, bowing her head. “This is a nightmare.”
“I think it’s kind of funny,” Luke said, approaching her.
“Me, too,” Billy agreed, taking a seat on the swing. “If this is how folks live in the country, I may get used to things out here.” A beat later, he looked at Rex and said, “What’d you do, use those cuffs with the plastic pulleys?”
“No,” Rex snapped.
She lifted a brow.
“Did I?”
Luke shook his head. “Yes. You were so excited about becoming a daddy that you didn’t pay attention to what you used. Lucy was asleep, and you saw a prime opportunity to strap her to the bed.”
Billy frowned. “Wait a minute. Did the two of you try to hold Lucy against her will?”
“Don’t worry about it, Billy.” She looked at Luke and then shot Rex a mean stare, one certain to make the hairs stand up on the back of Rex’s neck. “I’m used to them. We’ve been playing these games since before I was able to drink alcohol.”
“That’s not right,” Luke corrected her. “The first time we had sex was on your twenty-first birthday.”
She smiled. “Yes, but we’ve been chasing one another around since I was about this high.” She stuck her arm out in front of her and dropped her hand a few inches.
“Really?” Billy asked, studying the wood she was still swinging around. “You must’ve been a strong little tike, huh?”
She pursed her lips and batted her eyelashes. “Now you see why I don’t want Billy taking over the company?” Quickly, she addressed Billy, “Sorry, hon.”
Billy shrugged. “Hey, no problem. I couldn’t do what you do anyway.”
Rex rubbed his chin. “Could I?”
Lucy looked down at the heavy limbs she’d accumulated and sighed. “I guess there’s only one way to find out.”
“Are you letting him have his way?” Luke asked, not at all surprised.
“I suppose so. I always do.”
Chapter Thirteen
Lucy awoke to breakfast in bed. Luke carried a tray to her bedside, placed the wicker carrier next to a mountain of paperwork, and then kissed her gently on the lips. “I figured you needed to restore your energy.”
“I could get used to this,” she said, stretching.
“You deserve to be pampered,” Luke whispered against her lips.
“You think turning over the business to Rex is a bad idea. Don’t you?”
“It doesn’t matter what I believe. This is between you and him.”
“I care what you think, Luke.”
He sat on the edge of the mattress. Happy to have his company, Lucy went about buttering her toast and spooning homemade peach preserves onto the light bread. “So? Tell me what’s going on inside that head of yours.”
“Let me ask you something,” he said, turning the tables. “If your grandfather were alive today, what would he say?”
She choked on her first bite of toast.
“That’s what I thought.”
She held up one finger and chewed. Taking a drink of freshly squeezed orange juice, she said, “I can almost hear him now.”
“It’s not what he’d say. It’s what he’d do. He’d try his damndest to get the reins of his company back.”
“I’m not handing over ownership. Rex is just standing in while I concentrate on more important matters, like starting a family with the two of you.”
“We haven’t even discussed this,
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