Page 39 of Mountain Daddy (Mountain Men #2)

Luther

I’m torn between a laugh and a growl when Kendra seats herself next to fucking Fisher.

My humor dies when Susan takes the chair on Kendra’s other side.

Not cool, Susan.

I hesitate, trying to decide whether I want to take the chair directly across from Kendra or the one on the other side of Fisher so I can hear what they’re saying.

Then Kendra crosses her legs, and I beeline for the seat across from hers.

If she’s going to flash anyone with that short skirt, it’s going to be me.

Torture.

The last hour has been actual torture.

No offense to Simpson’s stories, but I’ve been staring at Kendra’s bare thighs for a fucking lifetime as she leans against her armrest, talking to a man who is arguably more age appropriate.

I’ve finished my food.

Finished the beer Sterling gave me.

Squished my napkin into an unrecognizable ball.

I watched Kendra rock a fucking baby in her lap when Courtney went to the bathroom.

Watched Kendra laugh at something Fisher said.

And I’m about ready to call in a bomb threat simply to get her alone.

My phone alerts me to a new text.

Grateful for the distraction, I pull it out of my pocket.

Baby Doll: Remember that last picture I sent you?

Remember?

I look at that photo every night. Imagining the sounds she’d make as I dragged that thong off her body with my fucking teeth.

I raise my eyes from my phone.

Hers are already on mine.

Another text comes through.

Baby Doll: That’s the only thing I’m wearing under this dress.

My eyes drop to her lap, like I can see through her dress. Like I can see that red scrap of fabric wedged against her slit.

I move my gaze over to Fisher.

Kendra is wearing nothing but a formfitting dress and a thong, and he suddenly feels way too close.

Another text.

Baby Doll: Do you know if Fisher is single?