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Sexy.

Sexy as hell.

His morning erection grew. He lowered his arms and quickly turned his attention to the dog taking a poop in Mimi’s flower garden. Belle must have followed his gaze because she jumped up from the swing and got after him.

“No, Gilley!”

The dog finished doing his business and trampled a row of flowers as he headed up the steps to exuberantly greet Belle, spilling whatever was in her mug in the process.

Concern took over sexual desire and Corbin quickly pulled the dog down by his collar. “Did you get burned?” His gaze swept over the coffee-splashed nightie. Except his attention wasn’t held by the brown stains as much as the shady outline of two nipples. Two very pert nipples.

“I’m fine,” Belle said. “My coffee wasn’t hot.”

Hot?

Yes, he felt hot. It was a struggle to talk, let alone pull his gaze away from those two sweet buds veiled beneath soft white cotton. All he wanted to do was lower his head and take one into his mouth—to wet that thin material until it turned to tissue paper beneath his tongue and he could feel the pout of soft flesh and sweet hardened nip—

Gilley’s cold nose rammed into his stomach, snapping him out of the fantasy, and he quickly lifted his gaze, hoping Belle hadn’t caught him staring at her breasts.

She hadn’t.

Mainly, because she’d been busy staring at him.

Her gaze was burning a hole into his pectoral muscles. Her empty cup dangled from her fingers. Her lips were slightly parted. And her chest, with those tempting sweet nipples, rose and fell with each rapid breath she took.

Talk about being hot.

Corbin felt like he’d just been dropped into a vat of hot coffee and was drowning. The only way to save himself was to reach out and grab on to the woman in front of him.

He started to do just that when the screen door squeaked open and Sunny’s voice rang out.

“Good mornin’!”

Corbin swung around so fast he tripped over Gilley and ended up stumbling back into Belle. She lost her balance and sat down hard in the swing. He followed, sprawling onto her lap and setting the swing into motion. He sat there for a few stunned seconds, enjoying the feel of soft sweet breasts against his back, before he sprang to his feet and turned to her.

“Are you okay?”

Her cheeks were a flaming pink that rivaled the vine flowers that grew on the porch railing.

She cleared her throat. “I’m fine.”

Well, he wasn’t. He wasn’t fine at all. Before either woman noticed the hard-on bulging the fly of his jeans, he turned and headed down the porch steps.

“I’m going to check on the horses.”

“Remember Hank’s rule?” Sunny said. “No goin’ in the barn without boots.”

“That’s true,” Belle said. “Going barefoot to the barn isn’t a good idea.”

Annoyed that not only his sister was telling him what to do, but also Belle, his reply was snappish. “Well, Hank doesn’t make the rules anymore. I do. If I want to go out to the barn without boots, I’ll damn well go out to the barn without boots.”

But he soon realized the reason behind Hank’s rule. While feeding the horses, he ended up stepping in horseshit. As he was trying to wipe his foot off on some straw, he stepped on a rusty horseshoe nail. It was lying on its side and didn’t break the skin, but it still hurt like hell. It was a struggle not to limp back to the house.

Thankfully, Belle had gone inside and Sunny was the only one sitting on the porch. Although he soon realized he shouldn’t be thankful for that.

“So do you want to explain what’s stuck in your craw this morning?”

“There’s nothing stuck in my craw.” He grabbed the garden hose and sat down on the porch steps to wash his feet.