could spin her around and plant her against the wall with no trouble at all. Her height was a big advantage, and her impractical heels only added to the benefit, bringing her right to the perfect height for kissing. No bending or stooping from his excessively tall height, just a lovely leaning in and melting together.
Or maybe he could find a table. Desk. Floor. Where was the nearest sanitary horizontal space he could set her on and ...
âEither you have one extraordinary penis with some superhuman perks,â she murmured against his lips, teasing the corner of his mouth with the tip of her tongue, âor your cell phone is vibrating.â
âMy cell phone?â he asked dazedly, then flushed when she laughed.
âIf itâs not your phone, then Iâll have to admit, Iâve never been with someone whose equipment buzzed.â
âBuzz . . . ah, shit. Sorry,â he muttered as he broke off and checked. It was his office phone, the one only used for emergencies. Nine times out of ten, his clients either called the office phone, or his regular cell. But a text on this one meant he couldnât just fling it against a wall and continue his impromptu make-out session with Bea.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
âSomething wrong?â She stepped back and twisted her hair behind her ears, a habit that was becoming more common with her now.
He held up a finger and scrolled quickly through the text, then sighed. âWeâre gonna have to make a quick stop at Three Trees first, before we hit any of the scheduled clients.â
âBut weâre due at our first place inââshe checked her watchââthirty minutes.â
âI know. Youâll have to make some calls and switch things around on the drive out there.â Damn not having a partner. Damn not having enough time for her . He nodded toward the side door. âYou ready to roll?â
Bea hustled out ahead of him, Milton hot on her heels. She bent over and reached in her car to grab something, ass straight in the air. It was then he realized she wasnât wearing her usual cute office attire, but something very un-Bea-like. Jeans, no frills or designer holes in sight, and a simple plaid shirt. Of course, the shirt was fitted to her body and tied up in some weird bow at her navel, and the tank she wore under that shirt was displayed nicely. But it was more practical for the barn call day than her skirts and pristine white blouses. The heels, though, were still present.
He sighed as she hopped in the passenger seat of his truck, settling Milton on the backseat to take a nap. âYouâve really got to stop wearing those shoes to barn calls. Unless you actually like wearing my ânasty boots,â as you called them last week.â
She grinned slowly, and reached in the bag sheâd hauled from her car. âNot especially. Iâm a quick learner, Morgan.â
He shifted the truck into DRIVE and backed out of the small parking lot behind the clinic. âHow so?â
âWell,â she said easily, âafter last week, I went home and did some online shopping.â She reached into the bag and pulled out a pair of rain boots with a tan plaid pattern. They were clearly designer, and likely the makers had envisioned beautiful women wearing them while strolling down Fifth Avenue on a relaxing shopping day. Not going from barn to barn standing ankle-deep in mud.
He stared at them a moment before heading out to the main road. âThose are meant for the barn?â
Bea laughed. âMorgan, if youâre going to be knee-deep in shit, it canât hurt to make it look good.â
Chapter Seven
B eaâs nerves hummed continuously throughout Friday. Not just from the anticipation of the Adoption Fair the next morning, and the fact that sheâd be up nearly half the night prepping and making sure she had every last detail ready to roll. No, it was that darn Morgan. He was everywhere.
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