had a job. I'm a Dodson. My daddy is rich, and I never had to work. I went to Vegas for a bachelorette party, I met Jack, he rocked my world, and here I am."
Rafe tried to hold back his laugh. Jack looked at her with a distinct smile of approval, and even Heath tilted his lips in a grin.
"That was a little more information than I wanted. Please understand, we don't have a lot of luck with women around here. Our mother didn't like it here but stayed for my dad and then us. My sister is nineteen and married. My own wife ran out on our wedding night.” Heath caught himself. “Just ... I don't trust women. They have a tendency to bring out the worst in me."
"It's true,” Rafe agreed. “But they bring out the best in me, sweetheart."
"Don't call her sweetheart.” Jack must have kicked Rafe under the table because he yelped. “Only I can call her sweetheart unless you want me calling Layla sweetheart..."
"Don't you dare.” Rafe laughed and rubbed his shin under the table. “Speaking of my goddess, I need to get over there. She has to work today, and the kids are expecting me."
"Your kids?” She watched Rafe stand and clear his own plate. The men seemed so self-sufficient. Cooking, cleaning, certainly the house was kept up. She had a new appreciation for them. Yes, all three were gorgeous. The longer she looked at them, the more resemblances she could see. Heath had the longest hair and no dimples. Rafe had shorter hair and one dimple. Then Jack, he had the shortest hair and two dimples. A woman could drown in this house of hunks.
"Not yet, but someday they will be.” He grabbed his hat off the large island in the center of the kitchen and headed out.
"You call Jan yet?” Heath looked at Jack. “She will be hurt if you don't tell her."
"She didn't tell us.” He smiled as he stood then headed to the phone.
"You keep your eye on him,” Heath warned. “He's a wild one. Don't let him talk you into something you're not ready for."
"Like marriage?” She bit her lips not to laugh. Under Heath's big rough surface, he seemed to be a mother bear, genuinely concerned about his little brother.
"Little late for that, I'd think. More like ranching. The three of us are committed to it, but it's hard work, and there are a lot of things a woman could get hurt doing. Ask Jan.” Heath then stood, walked to the island, picked up his cowboy hat, and headed out.
"Do you guys always wear those hats?” she asked, but as Jack started to answer, he stopped, held up a finger, and started talking to the phone.
"Jan. Hey, just wanted you to know I got married this weekend.” Jack smiled. “No, I'm not yanking your chain. She's sitting right here. No. No."
Bethany didn't like all of the “no's” coming out of his mouth. It was frustrating to only get one side of the conversation.
"Yes. Alright. See you then.” Jack hung up the phone.
"Do you want to see the rest of the house, or do you want to see the outside?” He picked up his hat, letting her know his preference.
"I'd love to go out and take a look around.” She smiled, picked up both of their plates and Heath's, then headed to the sink.
"Thanks, sweetheart.” He took the top plate with the food on it and headed to the back door. “They would die if I threw a whole steak away."
"Oh.” She watched him put her cut up steak in two bowls. She had cut it up trying to make it look like she was eating it. She fooled no one.
"Let's go.” He winked.
* * * *
Bethany was handling herself pretty good against his brothers. It was a relief since he wasn't quite sure how they were going to take it. Jan still didn't believe him but not many people would. He had lived life as quite a bachelor. Heath actually slipped and mentioned his own marriage. A subject so taboo, no one spoke of it or Chance. Apparently, Bethany didn't put two and two together. He told her about it on the way, but she had fallen asleep somewhere along the line.
She stepped out of the garage and into the
Rafe tried to hold back his laugh. Jack looked at her with a distinct smile of approval, and even Heath tilted his lips in a grin.
"That was a little more information than I wanted. Please understand, we don't have a lot of luck with women around here. Our mother didn't like it here but stayed for my dad and then us. My sister is nineteen and married. My own wife ran out on our wedding night.” Heath caught himself. “Just ... I don't trust women. They have a tendency to bring out the worst in me."
"It's true,” Rafe agreed. “But they bring out the best in me, sweetheart."
"Don't call her sweetheart.” Jack must have kicked Rafe under the table because he yelped. “Only I can call her sweetheart unless you want me calling Layla sweetheart..."
"Don't you dare.” Rafe laughed and rubbed his shin under the table. “Speaking of my goddess, I need to get over there. She has to work today, and the kids are expecting me."
"Your kids?” She watched Rafe stand and clear his own plate. The men seemed so self-sufficient. Cooking, cleaning, certainly the house was kept up. She had a new appreciation for them. Yes, all three were gorgeous. The longer she looked at them, the more resemblances she could see. Heath had the longest hair and no dimples. Rafe had shorter hair and one dimple. Then Jack, he had the shortest hair and two dimples. A woman could drown in this house of hunks.
"Not yet, but someday they will be.” He grabbed his hat off the large island in the center of the kitchen and headed out.
"You call Jan yet?” Heath looked at Jack. “She will be hurt if you don't tell her."
"She didn't tell us.” He smiled as he stood then headed to the phone.
"You keep your eye on him,” Heath warned. “He's a wild one. Don't let him talk you into something you're not ready for."
"Like marriage?” She bit her lips not to laugh. Under Heath's big rough surface, he seemed to be a mother bear, genuinely concerned about his little brother.
"Little late for that, I'd think. More like ranching. The three of us are committed to it, but it's hard work, and there are a lot of things a woman could get hurt doing. Ask Jan.” Heath then stood, walked to the island, picked up his cowboy hat, and headed out.
"Do you guys always wear those hats?” she asked, but as Jack started to answer, he stopped, held up a finger, and started talking to the phone.
"Jan. Hey, just wanted you to know I got married this weekend.” Jack smiled. “No, I'm not yanking your chain. She's sitting right here. No. No."
Bethany didn't like all of the “no's” coming out of his mouth. It was frustrating to only get one side of the conversation.
"Yes. Alright. See you then.” Jack hung up the phone.
"Do you want to see the rest of the house, or do you want to see the outside?” He picked up his hat, letting her know his preference.
"I'd love to go out and take a look around.” She smiled, picked up both of their plates and Heath's, then headed to the sink.
"Thanks, sweetheart.” He took the top plate with the food on it and headed to the back door. “They would die if I threw a whole steak away."
"Oh.” She watched him put her cut up steak in two bowls. She had cut it up trying to make it look like she was eating it. She fooled no one.
"Let's go.” He winked.
* * * *
Bethany was handling herself pretty good against his brothers. It was a relief since he wasn't quite sure how they were going to take it. Jan still didn't believe him but not many people would. He had lived life as quite a bachelor. Heath actually slipped and mentioned his own marriage. A subject so taboo, no one spoke of it or Chance. Apparently, Bethany didn't put two and two together. He told her about it on the way, but she had fallen asleep somewhere along the line.
She stepped out of the garage and into the
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