something.
Oh, let’s not forget the worse thing of all that she had fallen from grace once again right before her father’s eyes, not to mention Jeremiah and Jax’s eyes.
She guessed this would all teach her a lesson for not wanting to know Jay’s last name.
God, when she thought of all the things she had done with him, to him. She never went down on a guy so early in a relationship, if at all, never felt the inclination. But with Jess, she’d wanted to taste him so bad, and taking him into her mouth—all big and hard pulsing heat—
had just felt so right, felt so good.
Damn it, he had grown up to be just like all the other men she dealt with on a regular basis—a liar, and a player only interested in one thing.
To think she’d thought about checking his driver’s license, curious to see how far off the mark she had been about his age, not that it mattered to her, obviously. Little had she known he harbored a secret far greater than the gap between their ages. He lied about his very identity.
Bastard!
Tamara remembered how close she had been to searching for his wallet before she talked herself out of it while he’d been in the bathroom earlier that morning. She’d learned her lessons but good about snooping that way when she had found a strange phone number written on a crumpled scrap of paper in her then college boyfriend’s wallet. She’d called the number out of curiosity only to discover her said boyfriend cheated on a wife and kid with her.
She’d broken one of the first rules she’d learned in law school—
never ask a question to which you either didn’t know the answer or one in which you weren’t ready to know the answer—and gotten stung badly.
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“Come. I have a nice devil’s food cake and a half-gallon of chocolate-strawberry-and-vanilla ice cream with your name on them.”
The pretty woman pulled away and took her by the hand to lead her to the kitchen. She turned to Tamara on the threshold and placed a hand on her own chest. “I am Maria Consuelos. I work as the housekeeper here. And you must be Senorita Tamara?”
Tamara understood why Maria knew her name when she glanced up and finally noticed the pink and blue streamers criss-crossing the room from the ceiling but especially the big matching banner proclaiming Welcome Home, Tamara ! suspended from the middle of the large living room. “Yes, I’m Tamara, and that’s what you can call me. Just Tamara. But right about now I feel more like an idiot,” she confessed.
“Don’t be ridiculous. It is the one who hurt you who is the real idiot.”
“I like your thinking, Maria.” It suited her a thousand times better than feeling like a doormat for the second time in as many weeks.
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Chapter 8
“Well, I guess I don’t need to ask what happened between you and the gal.” Jeremiah frowned.
“Dad, not now.” Jess tried to make his way past, but Bailey raised a crutch to Jess’s chest, blocking his forward motion.
“I don’t have to ask, but I’m going to.”
Jess winced at the reprimand he heard in Bailey’s voice. He guessed he should consider himself lucky the man hadn’t hit him with his crutch. He had every right to. Jess loved and respected the older man like a father, didn’t like causing him any undue stress or pain, and he knew that the idea of someone, especially a man, hurting his only daughter would do just that. He hated like hell that Bailey might throw him into the same category as he had thrown Noah all those years ago, didn’t like looking anything less than honorable in his eyes.
“We just had a little misunderstanding.”
“Seems like more than a little misunderstanding to me.”
“I just need to talk to her is all.”
“From the looks of
Oh, let’s not forget the worse thing of all that she had fallen from grace once again right before her father’s eyes, not to mention Jeremiah and Jax’s eyes.
She guessed this would all teach her a lesson for not wanting to know Jay’s last name.
God, when she thought of all the things she had done with him, to him. She never went down on a guy so early in a relationship, if at all, never felt the inclination. But with Jess, she’d wanted to taste him so bad, and taking him into her mouth—all big and hard pulsing heat—
had just felt so right, felt so good.
Damn it, he had grown up to be just like all the other men she dealt with on a regular basis—a liar, and a player only interested in one thing.
To think she’d thought about checking his driver’s license, curious to see how far off the mark she had been about his age, not that it mattered to her, obviously. Little had she known he harbored a secret far greater than the gap between their ages. He lied about his very identity.
Bastard!
Tamara remembered how close she had been to searching for his wallet before she talked herself out of it while he’d been in the bathroom earlier that morning. She’d learned her lessons but good about snooping that way when she had found a strange phone number written on a crumpled scrap of paper in her then college boyfriend’s wallet. She’d called the number out of curiosity only to discover her said boyfriend cheated on a wife and kid with her.
She’d broken one of the first rules she’d learned in law school—
never ask a question to which you either didn’t know the answer or one in which you weren’t ready to know the answer—and gotten stung badly.
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Report ebook piracy to [email protected].
Twin Cowboys for Tamara
77
“Come. I have a nice devil’s food cake and a half-gallon of chocolate-strawberry-and-vanilla ice cream with your name on them.”
The pretty woman pulled away and took her by the hand to lead her to the kitchen. She turned to Tamara on the threshold and placed a hand on her own chest. “I am Maria Consuelos. I work as the housekeeper here. And you must be Senorita Tamara?”
Tamara understood why Maria knew her name when she glanced up and finally noticed the pink and blue streamers criss-crossing the room from the ceiling but especially the big matching banner proclaiming Welcome Home, Tamara ! suspended from the middle of the large living room. “Yes, I’m Tamara, and that’s what you can call me. Just Tamara. But right about now I feel more like an idiot,” she confessed.
“Don’t be ridiculous. It is the one who hurt you who is the real idiot.”
“I like your thinking, Maria.” It suited her a thousand times better than feeling like a doormat for the second time in as many weeks.
Ebook piracy is stealing. It is a federal offense.
Report ebook piracy to [email protected].
78
Gigi Moore
Chapter 8
“Well, I guess I don’t need to ask what happened between you and the gal.” Jeremiah frowned.
“Dad, not now.” Jess tried to make his way past, but Bailey raised a crutch to Jess’s chest, blocking his forward motion.
“I don’t have to ask, but I’m going to.”
Jess winced at the reprimand he heard in Bailey’s voice. He guessed he should consider himself lucky the man hadn’t hit him with his crutch. He had every right to. Jess loved and respected the older man like a father, didn’t like causing him any undue stress or pain, and he knew that the idea of someone, especially a man, hurting his only daughter would do just that. He hated like hell that Bailey might throw him into the same category as he had thrown Noah all those years ago, didn’t like looking anything less than honorable in his eyes.
“We just had a little misunderstanding.”
“Seems like more than a little misunderstanding to me.”
“I just need to talk to her is all.”
“From the looks of
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