Royal Trouble by Becky McGraw Page A

except maybe getting her fired...again.  She was close enough to that happening as it was, so it was better to keep her mouth shut.  If there was one thing Leigh Ann knew how to do, it was that. 
    She had repressed her emotions so long, it was second nature now.
    "Yes, I understand," she replied, lifting her chin a notch to finish, "I'm going up to the house and take a shower and change clothes."
    Wes swallowed down the desire to join her in the house for that shower, to finally put out the fire that had been burning inside of him since he met Leigh Ann Baker. 
    "Fine, take the rest of the day off then," he offered.  It was nearly three o'clock anyway, and he needed some space to get his head right.  "I'll probably be out here late catching up, so grab a sandwich for supper and I'll see you in the morning."
    And sleep out here if I have to , he added mentally.  Trey had left last night to go on a vacation with his parents for a few days, so that meant if Wes went up to the house, he would be alone with her tonight, and all weekend.
    She surprised him when she said, "I'll be out too.  I'm going to call Roxanne, and probably have dinner with her, then get her to take me to my car.  I'm not sure if I'll be here for the rest of the weekend or not."
    Relief washed through him, but curiosity followed.  He wondered what she planned for the rest of the weekend.  It was on the tip of his tongue to ask, but then he reminded himself he didn't have the right to ask.
    Wes didn't want to know if she had a date or something.  That would just make it harder to do what he knew he needed to do.  Maintain his distance.
    "Okay, then have a good weekend," he replied, dragging his eyes away from her to study the screensaver on the computer screen, instead of doing what he wanted to do, which was beg her to stay and put him out of his misery.
    Yeah, Wes needed some relief.  Maybe he'd call Martha, who was the last woman he had sex with, a woman who could give him relief without strings.  They were both in kind of the same situation.  She had escaped a physically abusive situation, so she wasn't looking for a relationship. He had been emotionally and psychologically tortured for three years.  They both got what they wanted, comfort and relief, then went on their way in the morning.
    An hour or so later in the outer office sorting supplies, Wes heard the throaty rumble of a truck coming up his gravel drive.  Curiosity getting the better of him, so he went to the front door to peer outside.  A huge, lifted black truck, with big mud grip tires rolled lazily up the drive toward his house.  He didn't recognize it, and couldn't see the driver, so he opened the door and stepped out onto the porch.
    The driver stopped the big monstrosity near the front porch of his house, then dusty cowboy boots hit the ground on the far side of the truck.  At the front door, Leigh Ann opened the screen door to walk out onto the porch wearing a short blue jean skirt and glittery pink tank top, accessorized by one of those knee-melting smiles of hers. 
    That bright smile grabbed him by the dick and squeezed hard.  When he saw that her visitor was Dylan Reed, a cowhand from the R & R, that fist moved up to constrict his heart.  
    Wes wondered what the hell happened to her having dinner with her sister.  It was obvious from the way the man was dressed, he was going out on the town tonight, and more than obvious that Leigh Ann was going with him. 
    I'm not sure if I'll be here for the rest of the weekend or not . 
    That's because she had planned on spending it fucking Dylan Reed probably.
    Hot anger shot through him, transported along his veins with a good dose of disgust.  It wasn't jealousy he was feeling, Wes convinced himself.  The woman standing on that porch hugging another man, after kissing him silly the other night was not the type of woman he wanted in his life. 
    He had cut her loose just an hour ago.  She was free to kiss or date