Page 105 of The Promise Of Rain

Miller frowned as Eric and John made a point to send an appraising look up at the moose’s antlers.

“It’s very pretty,” Eric commented cheekily.

“Sexy, even,” John agreed.

Miller growled.

Maxine laughed.

Vera tossed a white lacy bra with little red bows on the table in front of John.“If you like it so much, you can toss mine up there, too.”

Grinning, John looked down at the table.His jaw dropped, then he snapped it up and shoved it in his pocket.

“Vera, no!”he cried, turning to palm both her breasts over her sweater, his big paws looking obscenely large on her small frame.

She laughed and batted his hands away.

“How’d you even get it off?”he yelled.

She shrugged.“Through my sleeve.”

“Fuck, Vera!”Standing up, John tossed his pretty wife over his shoulder and bounded down the hall to the bathrooms while everybody laughed.

Vera pushed up off his back and waved, her blond curls bouncing, a wide grin on her face.

Eric cocked a warning brow at Julie.

She stared back at him primly.“I’m a teacher.I’m not going to throw my bra on the table.”

He relaxed.

She winked at Maxine and grinned wickedly.“Besides, I’m not wearing one.”

Eric’s eyes bugged out of his head as his eyes dropped to her chest.He swiped a hand over his face, then looked closer.“Bloody hell, Julie.”

Maggie looked down at her chest then looked at Baxter.“You’re not getting mine.My boobs are so big my bra looks like a bowling ball bag.”

Baxter threw back his head and laughed.

Jenny snorted out a rough laugh, her twinkling eyes bounced back and forth between all of them, a bemused smile resting on her face.

A St.Michael’s smile.

The kind that reached her eyes and lit up her face.

“See the trouble you’ve caused?”Maxine turned to Miller and gloated.

“I’ll give you more trouble than you can handle, woman,” he growled.

She grinned back at him.“I’m counting on it.”

The server dropped the pitcher of beer on the table.

Maxine frowned.“That bra cost four times as much as that pitcher of beer you just won.”

“It’s not about the money, baby.A man needs competition in his life.”

Baxter pointed at him.“It’s a matter of prestige.”