sex."
"I'm avoiding Cosmo today. So does that mean you don't cook?"
"Throw that damned cookbook into the fire. I really do not cook. I clean like a maniac and I can make a man moan in the bedroom, but I do not make him do the same in the kitchen. I'd rather be reading a good erotic romance as a recipe. You ever read anything by Jasmine Haynes? Lord, after reading one of her books, it's all I can do to get to the Honky Tonk and find Jim Bob. Saw a hitchhiker last week on the way and almost stopped and picked him up just to take the edge off."
"Damn, Chigger!" Daisy exclaimed.
"Well, I did. I'll bring you a few of her books, but don't you drool on the pages. Bet by damn when you read one of them you'll be peelin' Jarod's clothes off every chance you get. And that stupid rule Ruby had won't even enter your mind. Do you really like to cook?"
"Love it when I have time and people. It's been a long time since I had either," she said.
Chigger shrugged. "How are you in the bedroom?"
"What's that got to do with anything?"
"Woman that's hot in the bedroom and a cook too? Why in the hell ain't you married?"
"I almost was at one time. My cooking or my bedroom skills couldn't keep him tied to one woman. We fought. He hit me and I hit him back. But I only got one hit in and he kept hitting me hard until I figured out he was the meanest one of us. When he finally stopped, I pulled out my sawed off shotgun from the corner and had the hammer jacked back before he took off out the front door. Never heard from him again."
"What'd you do?"
"Shot the glass out of the back window of his pickup truck. Wished the whole time I'd blown the back of his head off but I missed. Only time I ever did."
"What would you have done if you had killed him?"
"I'd have gone to the hardware store, bought a shovel, and buried his sorry ass out in the mesquite. Instead, I packed my clothes and what I wanted out of the apartment we were sharing and started driving. Got to Thurber before my car died. How do you ever know who to trust?" Daisy asked seriously.
"I reckon it's a learned thing. We ain't born with it for sure. I think you can trust Jarod."
"Think ain't good enough for me anymore. It has to be know."
"Then I expect you'd best get to knowin', girl, or else the heat between y'all is going to fry both of you," Chigger said. "Let's go in there and do some supervising since you know how to cook."
"Hey, I didn't say I knew how to cook fish. I can fry chicken and mash potatoes, even make lasagna that's presentable and cook up a roast to die for, but—" Daisy protested.
Chigger cut her off mid-sentence. "That's more'n I can do. We're going inside so you can figure out that oil and water thing, and besides, it does a woman's heart good to see a man in the kitchen. Come on."
Chigger led the way to a couple of stools on the living room side of the bar dividing the living room and kitchen. Together they watched Jim Bob peel potatoes and Jarod mix up cornmeal, flour, and cayenne pepper to coat the fish.
Jim Bob stopped long enough to kiss Chigger on the forehead. "You think you could set the table out on the deck without causin' a disaster?"
"If we're usin' plastic."
"I'll trust you with the good stuff since we got company, darlin'," Jim Bob said.
"I'll help," Daisy offered.
She and Chigger were suddenly bumping into the men in the small area as they gathered up plates and cutlery. Daisy didn't have a single reaction when her arm brushed against Jim Bob's, but when she backed into Jarod's chest her pulse raced like it did the night they both wound up on the floor of the Honky Tonk. Could that have only been three days before? It seemed like weeks.
Damn that Chigger, anyway, talking about erotic romance books. Now every time she looked at Jarod, she pictured him lying on black satin sheets with nothing
"I'm avoiding Cosmo today. So does that mean you don't cook?"
"Throw that damned cookbook into the fire. I really do not cook. I clean like a maniac and I can make a man moan in the bedroom, but I do not make him do the same in the kitchen. I'd rather be reading a good erotic romance as a recipe. You ever read anything by Jasmine Haynes? Lord, after reading one of her books, it's all I can do to get to the Honky Tonk and find Jim Bob. Saw a hitchhiker last week on the way and almost stopped and picked him up just to take the edge off."
"Damn, Chigger!" Daisy exclaimed.
"Well, I did. I'll bring you a few of her books, but don't you drool on the pages. Bet by damn when you read one of them you'll be peelin' Jarod's clothes off every chance you get. And that stupid rule Ruby had won't even enter your mind. Do you really like to cook?"
"Love it when I have time and people. It's been a long time since I had either," she said.
Chigger shrugged. "How are you in the bedroom?"
"What's that got to do with anything?"
"Woman that's hot in the bedroom and a cook too? Why in the hell ain't you married?"
"I almost was at one time. My cooking or my bedroom skills couldn't keep him tied to one woman. We fought. He hit me and I hit him back. But I only got one hit in and he kept hitting me hard until I figured out he was the meanest one of us. When he finally stopped, I pulled out my sawed off shotgun from the corner and had the hammer jacked back before he took off out the front door. Never heard from him again."
"What'd you do?"
"Shot the glass out of the back window of his pickup truck. Wished the whole time I'd blown the back of his head off but I missed. Only time I ever did."
"What would you have done if you had killed him?"
"I'd have gone to the hardware store, bought a shovel, and buried his sorry ass out in the mesquite. Instead, I packed my clothes and what I wanted out of the apartment we were sharing and started driving. Got to Thurber before my car died. How do you ever know who to trust?" Daisy asked seriously.
"I reckon it's a learned thing. We ain't born with it for sure. I think you can trust Jarod."
"Think ain't good enough for me anymore. It has to be know."
"Then I expect you'd best get to knowin', girl, or else the heat between y'all is going to fry both of you," Chigger said. "Let's go in there and do some supervising since you know how to cook."
"Hey, I didn't say I knew how to cook fish. I can fry chicken and mash potatoes, even make lasagna that's presentable and cook up a roast to die for, but—" Daisy protested.
Chigger cut her off mid-sentence. "That's more'n I can do. We're going inside so you can figure out that oil and water thing, and besides, it does a woman's heart good to see a man in the kitchen. Come on."
Chigger led the way to a couple of stools on the living room side of the bar dividing the living room and kitchen. Together they watched Jim Bob peel potatoes and Jarod mix up cornmeal, flour, and cayenne pepper to coat the fish.
Jim Bob stopped long enough to kiss Chigger on the forehead. "You think you could set the table out on the deck without causin' a disaster?"
"If we're usin' plastic."
"I'll trust you with the good stuff since we got company, darlin'," Jim Bob said.
"I'll help," Daisy offered.
She and Chigger were suddenly bumping into the men in the small area as they gathered up plates and cutlery. Daisy didn't have a single reaction when her arm brushed against Jim Bob's, but when she backed into Jarod's chest her pulse raced like it did the night they both wound up on the floor of the Honky Tonk. Could that have only been three days before? It seemed like weeks.
Damn that Chigger, anyway, talking about erotic romance books. Now every time she looked at Jarod, she pictured him lying on black satin sheets with nothing
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