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On the way to the SUV Kenzie pulled Tildi closer. “Will you sit in the backseat with me? I don’t want to be trapped back there with that man.”

“You mean Sevin?”

Kenzie rolled her eyes. “It figures he’d be named after an odd number. It suits him.”

Tildi giggled. “You two seem to have gotten off on the wrong foot.”

“Didn’t you hear him call me Tigger? What other foot is there after that? Tigger bounces around everywhere and people don’t want him around. You can’t get on more of a wrong foot than that.”

“Um, if you say so.” Tildi wasn’t sure that was what Sev had meant, but the way Kenzie was scuffing her feet and kicking clods of snow as if they were Sevin’s head made Tildi think it wasn’t the time to say that to her friend. “I’m glad you’re going. I’m sure Daddy, I mean, Boone, wouldn’t mind.”

Kenzie snorted. “You can call him Daddy. But I don’t want any details about… things… cause, he’s my brother, and that’s just gross.”

“I won’t,” Tildi promised.

It turned out she didn’t have to ask about sitting in the backseat. Boone was waiting and had the back door open when they reached the car. Sev had the backdoor open on the other side, too. Kenzie climbed in Tildi’s side and scooted over.

Tildi hopped in and then winced again as her bottom contacted the seat.

Boone’s lips twitched, that meanie. As he buckled her seatbelt, he whispered, “Remember that if you think about misbehaving in town.”

He didn’t need to tell her. After last night, she was never misbehaving again. Although, parts of the evening were incredible. A delicious shiver wiggled from her pussy to the nipples. A shiver her Daddy didn’t miss if his knowing grin was anything to go by. Gah!

“I can do it myself!” Tildi’s gaze shot to Kenzie, who was fighting to take the buckle of her seatbelt away from Sevin.

“I’m aware,” Sev said, his voice deep and smooth as velvet. “And yet good manners dictate you allow me.”

With an aggrieved sigh, Kenzie released the buckle and flung herself against the back of her seat. “Fine!”

“Thank you, Mackenzie.” Sev grinned as he locked her belt in place. After closing the door, he climbed in the front with Boone.

They made it into town without any trouble. No, trouble didn’t find them until they were in the produce section of The Mountain Market.

Tildi and Kenzie were giggling over how much a double cranberry Kenzie found looked like someone’s backside. Across from them were two women, who by the looks of their skintightclothing, didn’t mind the cold at all. If Tildi had to guess, she’d say they were at least twice her age.

Because she was a nice person, she smiled at them. Even as they looked past her and ogled someone walking up behind her.

“Jeez, blatant, much?” Kenzie muttered.

“Hey there, Boone. It’s good to see you.” The bleached blonde spoke first, shamelessly raking her eyes up and down Boone’s body, pausing at his crotch for a longer look. “Real nice to see you.”

Tildi’s smile evaporated like snow in the midday sun. Pardon her Greek, but who in the Hades did this floozy thing she was?

“Cindy,” Boone said pleasantly.

He knew this woman? A burn that could not be jealousy, she didn’t get jealous, sizzled through her chest.

He must have noticed her stiffen and clench her fists because he stopped beside her, tucking his hand behind her and gently tapping her bottom.

She appreciated his reminder, but this was war. And this two bit tart had fired the first shot. She took one giant step forward, which was as far as she could go before Boone snagged the back of her coat.

“Um, excuse me, ah… ladies. But he’s taken.”

Both women turned their gazes back to her. They took her in, then turned to each other and smiled. But it wasn’t a friendly smile. Well, if a barracuda’s smile could be called friendly, then maybe. Tildi notched up her chin, refusing to feel uncomfortable about her wardrobe choices.

“You’re not from these parts, are you sweetie,” Lucinda said. “That’s a Wild Man,” she said, pointing to Boone. “A Wild Man needs a real woman, not one who wants to pretend she’s a Little girl.”

The other woman, who’d applied her lipstick like a two year old with their first crayon, laughed until her amusement triggered her smoker’s cough.