A Royal Mess: A Royal Mess / Her Knight To Remember. Jill Shalvis
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you do, I’ll…”
“You’ll what?” She cocked a hip and crossed her arms, shooting him the universal irritated-sister-to-idiot-brother look. “Let me date Josh?”
“Is that what you call what you were doing with him?” She just lifted that brow of hers, making him sigh. “Do you really like him?”
“I like how he fills out his jeans, and that’s all that matters right now.”
Tim cringed. “I don’t want to hear this.”
“Then don’t ask.”
“Please? Go fill up the refrigerator?”
“Because your new cook can’t be trusted with your truck?”
“Because she’s just learning the ropes, I don’t want to dump that chore on her right now.”
“But you have no problem dumping it on me.” She rolled her eyes, swore beneath her breath. “Fine. But I’m going out with Josh on Friday night.”
“What if he doesn’t ask?”
“Oh, he’ll ask.” She took another bite of her chocolate bar.
So did Tim. “You being smart?” he asked.
“I know how to have safe sex, if that’s what you’re asking. You made sure of that when you gave me the birds and bees talk, remember? I make him wear a party hat.”
Tim groaned.
“Would you rather I use the word condom? Or better yet, multipack?”
Tim shut his eyes and covered his ears, making Sally laugh as she dug into her chocolate.
For a long moment there was no sound in the barn except the rustling of paper as everyone continued to fill their empty bellies.
“I’ll make a store run,” Seth promised. “Tomorrow I’ll sell something more substantial.”
“Like Jelly Bellys?” Josh asked hopefully.
Seth laughed. “Maybe.”
Then the barn door opened.
With the sun pouring in, Tim couldn’t immediately see much, except a very memorable silhouette of a body in jeans and a T-shirt. A real woman’s body—lush breasts, curved hips, long legs. How had he ever mistaken her for a jailbait juvenile delinquent?
She stepped closer, eyes locked on their hands, and what they were eating. When it registered, she went still. “Well.”
There was a wealth of things in that well, with hurt leading the pack. Damn it. “Oh, this?” He looked at the chocolate in his hands. “It’s…a morning ritual.” He stepped on Sally’s foot as she was about to open her big, fat mouth. “Eating chocolate together before we head out for the day.” He nodded and smiled. “Yep, we do it every morning.”
Seth, Pete, Ryan and Red’s heads all bobbed up and down in collective agreement.
“Yessiree,” said Seth.
“Yeppers,” echoed Red and Ryan.
“Perfect dessert to your breakfast,” Red added.
Natalia visibly brightened, her smile becoming full. “Really?”
Tim’s gaze lowered to her lips, and allowed himself to imagine she tasted as good as she looked. “Really.” She looked so different today. She looked real. And he wanted, quite suddenly, to bury his face in the skin in the crook of her neck and inhale like a bloodhound.
“But,” she continued in a sweet, soft chastising voice, “you should have just said you were still hungry.” She smiled. “Never mind. I’ll cook more at lunch.”
“M-more?” Seth glanced in horror at Tim.
“Oh, yes.” She laughed and headed out. “Can’t have you going hungry!”
“Can’t have that,” Sally said through her teeth, and shot Tim a look to kill.
5
LATE THAT AFTERNOON, Tim rode back to the barn. He dismounted Jake, who immediately began searching his pockets with his warm, wet muzzle.
“Stop that.” Tim hoisted off Jake’s saddle. “You’ve already had your goodie today.”
The horse snorted and looked pouty, and behind them a soft laugh sounded.
Natalia stood there wearing a smile that shot straight through him, a smile that got to him when he hadn’t planned on her getting to him at all. “You make it look so easy,” she said. “Getting on and off. Riding. All of it.”
Which meant she’d been watching him. He wondered if she watched him as much as he watched her.
“My mom loved horses.” A flicker of sadness touched her eyes as she looked at Jake, though she carefully stayed back from him. “She, um…died in an avalanche twelve years ago.”
“God. I’m sorry.”
“It was a long time ago.”
“Yeah.” He stroked Jake. “Let me guess. You’d be rich if you had a penny for every time someone told you it’ll get easier, you’ll see her again someday, she’ll live on in your heart forever…right?”
She lifted her head. “You’ve lost someone, too.”
“My parents. In a car accident.”
“So you know.”
“I know,” he agreed. “I also know the only consolation that works is to say that it sucks.”
That got a laugh out of her. “Yeah. Sucks.”
He smiled at her, thinking she looked good standing there in her new casual wear. The jeans clung to her hips and thighs, the T-shirt to her breasts. The wind ruffled her hair and had put color into her cheeks. She looked different here, far more earthy than wild, and though he knew that was because her makeup had been stolen, he liked it.
Too much.
“So that’s why you put up with your sister,” she said. “You’re raising her.”
“Someone has to.”
“You love her.”
He sighed, even as he smiled. “Like I said, someone has to.”
She smiled back, then shifted when he just stared at her. “What?”
“I was just thinking you don’t look anything like the woman from the plane.”
Immediately she lifted a hand to her hair and looked regretful. “I know, I—”
“I like it.”
“Are you saying you don’t miss the leather?”
“No.” He grinned. “The leather was good. But I like seeing your face.”
“Which is why I was fond of the makeup.”
“You liked hiding.”
“I liked hiding. I didn’t realize how much, or…”
“Or?”
“Or that I wouldn’t miss the hiding at all.”
They stood there, smiling at each other stupidly, until Jake shifted his weight, moving between them, ready to get back to his stall for his feeding if there were no goodies to be had.
Eyes wide, Natalia nearly tripped over her own feet in her hurry to back up.
At her sudden movement, Jake snorted, this time stomping his front hoof for emphasis. Feed me, he said with a toss of his head.
Natalia