The Key To Micah's Heart (Hell Yeah!) by Sable Hunter, Ryan O'Leary Page B

couldn’t stop smiling and she liked it.
    His ‘dress warm’ edict didn’t give her much to go on. It had been pretty cold out lately. Maybe they were going to ride a giraffe. No. That was silly and Madison pushed the thought out of her head.
    She spent the rest of the night staring at every article of clothing she owned, laying it all out on her bed and wondering what he’d meant with all his questions. One thing for sure, Micah had her mind racing and her heart pounding in her chest.

CHAPTER FIVE
     
    Things get complicated…Micah
     
     
    For Micah, Friday was one hassle after another. He’d made progress in one area and taken two steps back in another. His ranch foreman called and told him a damn grass fire had destroyed his best hay meadow. The Hays County VFD were called in and the fire was extinguished before a great deal of damage was done. He owed Titan Sloan a big debt of gratitude. He’d have to send him a fruit basket or something.
    The other thing that had gone to hell in a hand basket was his new release–Hard Times. Not that it wasn’t flying off the shelves, it was. He’d probably make more money off this one than the last. No, what bothered the hell out of Micah was something a reviewer had said. They’d praised the book, but went on to say his ‘style was changing’. Don Juan was famous for his sexy, no holds barred books. This reviewer, a woman by the way, had said there was a pleasing amount of romance and emotion–that he was now officially more of a romance author than an erotica author. What the hell had happened?
    God, next they’d be putting him in the same category as Sable Fuckin’ Hunter–sugary sweet. He made a funny gagging face, then laughed. Hunter was successful and while she did put a lot of emotion into a story, there was always a story–and a lot of hot sex. He could be compared to worse, he guessed.
    At least there was good news on the Angel Rubio front. According to Saxon, they’d been granted some kind of reprieve on the hit. The chatter had changed, apparently something big was going down and she’d been put on the cartels back burner.
    Saxon said the exact quote was: Este nuevo local funcionará mucho mejor. Un nuevo envío entrando el lunes. No perdamos el tiempo persiguiendo a la perra, vamos a atraerla aquí y hacer su parte del espectáculo. Translation: This new locale will work much better. A new shipment coming in on Monday. Let’s not waste time chasing the bitch, let’s lure her here and make her part of the show.
    “What in the hell does that mean?”
    “It means we have a few more days to locate her. Santiago has Lucia and they’re going to make some forays over the border. Lucia is plugged in to the neighborhood. Vance and Roscoe think she can get people to talk, tell her what they’ve heard, what they’ve seen.”
    Micah let out a long sigh. “I’ll be glad when this is over. I know Noah wants to be reunited with his mother and I want it too, but it’s like waiting for the other shoe to drop.” But as much as he wanted it to come together quickly, he needed this weekend to be free. He had a date with the intriguing Miss Fellows. Picking up the package on the edge of his desk, he smiled. What had possessed him to buy her a cell phone?
    Hell, he knew. He didn’t really have to ask himself that question. There was just something about her that brought out his protective streak. Kyle always accused him of picking up strays and even though he’d found her in a homeless shelter–that wasn’t what this was about.
    “Hey, are you guys hungry?”
    Micah was starving and Hannah’s happy voice was welcome. “Well, it’s about time. I wondered what someone had to do to get food in this dump?” He rose, smiled, and kissed the pretty lady on the cheek. “Nothing like being served by the First Lady.”
    “Watch your mouth, Wolfe. That’s my lady you’re talking to.” Kyle whacked him on the shoulder with his golf cap. “Do you guys want to