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and wondered why she employed men young enough to be called out as her sons.
If she’d only bore a few children, she wouldn’t have needed to hire help for the winter. Instead, she placed an ad in several local newspapers and hired a pair of studs—students—prior to meeting them. She deserved to squirm. What a lesson learned. At forty years old, she needed a shrink more than she needed two handsome men in their prime.
“You gonna stand there all day and act like you aren’t interested in those two young guns out there, or are you gonna get some work done and make a go of the day ahead?”
Haley dropped the rag in the sink and quickly turned around to face off with Shelly, her best friend from the good old days, the one constant companion she’d nearly clung to since her husband died.
“They sure are pretty, huh?” Haley asked with a deliberate sigh.
“They sure are young,” Shelly reminded, settling her ass on the ceramic-tile countertop right next to the full kitchen sink.
Haley slapped her knee. “What brings you out here so early this morning?”
“Are you kidding me? I may be married, but I ain’t dead, girlfriend. In fact, I’m surprised every woman over forty isn’t knocking down your fences and pitching tents in your barnyard.”
“Word travels fast, huh?”
“Oh yeah,” Shelly said. “The buzz is about and those two you’ve got tossing a little hay and mucking stalls have every gal within several miles of this place wagging their tongues and revving up their sex toys.”
Haley laughed. “Is that right?”
“Damn straight,” Shelly said. “So which cowboy inspires you to change the batteries in your vibrator?”
Haley started to take a drink of her coffee and changed her immediate plans when her friend’s question caught her off guard. She grabbed a napkin and wiped her mouth. “I beg your pardon?”
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“Don’t play that innocent card with me, Haley McIntire,” Shelly drawled. “I’ve known you for how many years now?”
“Apparently not long enough if you think I’m chasing after two college-aged kids.”
“Those fellows ain’t kids, friend,” Shelly pointed out, flipping her dark hair over her back and stretching her neck so she too could spy on the sexy ranch hands.
“Where does George think you are this morning?”
She sighed, leaning over Haley’s shoulder. “Grocery shopping.”
“Ah,” Haley said. “Do you think he’ll get suspicious now that you’ve used the same excuse for the last week and a half?”
“Naw,” she replied. “I’ve explained that with the horrible economy, we need to watch our spending. I’m shopping on a daily basis to help us avoid waste.”
“Interesting.”
“And believable. Money is tight right now, ya know.”
“Sure.” Haley looked up to see who slammed the door behind her.
“Hiya, Colt,” Shelly chirped, bouncing her leg and trying her best to quickly adjust her red blouse so she showed off plenty of cleavage.
Sometimes Haley worried about Shelly. For a married woman, she sure liked to flaunt her assets.
“Mrs. Smith, nice to see you again,” he said.
Haley giggled and Shelly corrected him. “Mrs. Smith is my mother-in-law. How about you call me Shelly?”
“All right,” he said. “Shelly, it’s nice to see you.” Then his hot chocolate eyes focused on Haley. “We got a mare down in the lower field.”
Haley grabbed a light windbreaker off the door-side coat rack and tossed it over her arm. “Be right back, Shell.”
“Don’t worry about me,” she said, waggling her brows. “I’ll look around the house at your Christmas decorations while you’re gone.”
“You do that,” she said. “And try not to rearrange my villages. I
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and wondered why she employed men young enough to be called out as her sons.
If she’d only bore a few children, she wouldn’t have needed to hire help for the winter. Instead, she placed an ad in several local newspapers and hired a pair of studs—students—prior to meeting them. She deserved to squirm. What a lesson learned. At forty years old, she needed a shrink more than she needed two handsome men in their prime.
“You gonna stand there all day and act like you aren’t interested in those two young guns out there, or are you gonna get some work done and make a go of the day ahead?”
Haley dropped the rag in the sink and quickly turned around to face off with Shelly, her best friend from the good old days, the one constant companion she’d nearly clung to since her husband died.
“They sure are pretty, huh?” Haley asked with a deliberate sigh.
“They sure are young,” Shelly reminded, settling her ass on the ceramic-tile countertop right next to the full kitchen sink.
Haley slapped her knee. “What brings you out here so early this morning?”
“Are you kidding me? I may be married, but I ain’t dead, girlfriend. In fact, I’m surprised every woman over forty isn’t knocking down your fences and pitching tents in your barnyard.”
“Word travels fast, huh?”
“Oh yeah,” Shelly said. “The buzz is about and those two you’ve got tossing a little hay and mucking stalls have every gal within several miles of this place wagging their tongues and revving up their sex toys.”
Haley laughed. “Is that right?”
“Damn straight,” Shelly said. “So which cowboy inspires you to change the batteries in your vibrator?”
Haley started to take a drink of her coffee and changed her immediate plans when her friend’s question caught her off guard. She grabbed a napkin and wiped her mouth. “I beg your pardon?”
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“Don’t play that innocent card with me, Haley McIntire,” Shelly drawled. “I’ve known you for how many years now?”
“Apparently not long enough if you think I’m chasing after two college-aged kids.”
“Those fellows ain’t kids, friend,” Shelly pointed out, flipping her dark hair over her back and stretching her neck so she too could spy on the sexy ranch hands.
“Where does George think you are this morning?”
She sighed, leaning over Haley’s shoulder. “Grocery shopping.”
“Ah,” Haley said. “Do you think he’ll get suspicious now that you’ve used the same excuse for the last week and a half?”
“Naw,” she replied. “I’ve explained that with the horrible economy, we need to watch our spending. I’m shopping on a daily basis to help us avoid waste.”
“Interesting.”
“And believable. Money is tight right now, ya know.”
“Sure.” Haley looked up to see who slammed the door behind her.
“Hiya, Colt,” Shelly chirped, bouncing her leg and trying her best to quickly adjust her red blouse so she showed off plenty of cleavage.
Sometimes Haley worried about Shelly. For a married woman, she sure liked to flaunt her assets.
“Mrs. Smith, nice to see you again,” he said.
Haley giggled and Shelly corrected him. “Mrs. Smith is my mother-in-law. How about you call me Shelly?”
“All right,” he said. “Shelly, it’s nice to see you.” Then his hot chocolate eyes focused on Haley. “We got a mare down in the lower field.”
Haley grabbed a light windbreaker off the door-side coat rack and tossed it over her arm. “Be right back, Shell.”
“Don’t worry about me,” she said, waggling her brows. “I’ll look around the house at your Christmas decorations while you’re gone.”
“You do that,” she said. “And try not to rearrange my villages. I
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