A Buckhorn Bachelor. Lori Foster
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Who knew Noel was so attentive and discerning?
Well, obviously Amber did. “She said I couldn’t be easy. That I had to make him work for it.”
It surprised her when Noel flushed.
Now wait a minute... Suspicion lifted her brows. “Is that what you’re doin’ to Amber?” When he looked even guiltier, a grin made her cheeks ache. “You are! You’re makin’ her work for it, aren’t you?”
Noel walked on.
Delighted, Isabella hustled to catch up to him. “That is so funny.”
“No it’s not,” he said.
“But this is great. Amber, caught in a game of her own makin’.” She clapped her hands. “Totally great.”
Pivoting to face her, Noel opened his mouth, hesitated, and clamped it shut again. “Just think about what I said, okay?”
“Oh, I definitely will. And thank you.” This time as they started off, Isabella hugged his arm and even put her head on his biceps. A nice, solid biceps, she noticed. “You’re a good man, Noel Poet. Whatever you do to catch Amber, I hope you catch her right and tight.”
Little by little, Noel smiled and relaxed. “That’s the plan.” They turned the corner and there were three men drinking beers, playing horseshoes, and laughing loudly. One wore a firefighter’s T-shirt, one was an EMT, and the other was Tucker Turley, the sheriff. She knew him well since he’d done plenty of community outreach programs at the school library. Turley was the handsomest of the three, which was saying something since they were all pretty fine. But Isabella knew Amber’s cousin Kady was already sweet on him, and besides, he’d never, not once, looked at her with interest, and vice versa.
The men hadn’t yet noticed them, and suddenly Isabella wanted to run.
“Cold feet?” Noel asked.
She bit her lip and nodded. “Would it be terrible if I just ducked away before they saw me?”
“No. But I doubt that’d work because Amber will probably bring you right back around to them. You’re already here so you might as well talk a minute, right? No harm in that.”
Just then Turley said, “Noel, get on over here. We need a fourth to even the teams.”
“I have a better idea.” Noel gently nudged her forward. “Get Isabella to play.” And with that, Noel-the-traitor abandoned her.
“She’s on my team,” Turley said fast, drawing her in with a long muscled arm.
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