Page 39 of The Triple Threat

“Come on, Ellie,” Bronte replied. “He’s hotter than Satan’s ball sack.”

I rolled my eyes, thinking that description actually applied more to Hunter, and turned to Delphine. “I’d be glad of his help with the calendar, but as for anything else I’m—”

“Who’s that?”

Hunter’s voice cut into mine as he leaned into Delphine and stared down at the picture.

“My nephew Dylan.” She practically preened as Hunter actually took the phone and peered more closely. “He’s coming to stay and I’m going to introduce him to Ellie. He’s going to take part in the calendar.”

Hunter’s head shot up and he stared at me, his eyes dark and intense.

“Thought you had enough guys for that?” he asked, holding the phone out to Delphine without taking his eyes from me.

“Cooper Wyatt pulled out,” Bronte replied brightly. “He likes his fiancée to hold his balls for him when he’s taking a leak.”

I straightened and automatically my chest pushed out. I didn’t fail to notice Hunter’s eyes dropped to it and my damn nipples got a little hard at the thought. Stupid bitches!

“I may ask him to do two now, seeing as you’re not helping out.”

“Why?” Bronte asked at the same time as Hunter shouted, “I damn am.”

“No, you’re not, Hunter,” I replied, giving him a shake of my head. “I don’t need you.”

“I think you do,” Hunter said through gritted teeth.

“You do,” Bronte whined.

“No, I don’t, not after he spoke to me like I was the dirt under his shoe, I don’t.”

Bronte slapped him on the arm, while Delphine slipped away mouthing that she’d be back with our food.

“You idiot,” Bronte said. “Apologize immediately.”

“I don’t want him to apologize. I’m not putting him in the calendar.”

I knew he’d be a great asset and would probably be the selling point for half the ladies in town, not to mention the other towns the hospital serviced, but he was an idiot, and I was standing my ground. I was determined. I didn’t need Hunter Delaney for anything, least of all a titillating calendar shot of him in just his underwear.

As I jutted my chin out with determination, Hunter leaned down, his mouth close to my ear.

“No calendar, no help in getting Carter and Bronte together,” he whispered. “In fact, I might just go back over there now and tell him your little plan.”

I gasped like I was a shielded Southern Belle and he’d just told me the dirtiest joke ever.

“You wouldn’t.”

He didn’t speak but raised his brows and nodded slowly.

“Okay,” I said, the fight going out of me. “You’re back in.”

Bronte clapped like a sea lion while Hunter grinned and then carried on to the men’s room. Me, well I cussed and cursed under my breath and realized that the stupid idiot had me tightly by my lady balls.

Not a fucking chance would Ellie be getting introduced to Delphine’s damn nephew.

Fucking pretty boy.

Nothing else was going to happen between me and her, that much was pretty evident after I pissed her off in the café the day before, but that didn’t mean that I was going to sit back and let some Thor look alike cozy up to her. Stupid prick needed to get a haircut anyway.

“Hey, son you got a minute?”