Series: The Fort Worth Wranglers #1
on September 27th, 2016
Genres: Contemporary Romance
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Lyric Wright is an off-beat astrophysicist whose life is falling apart around her. After losing her fianc├® to a hula dancing astrologer and losing her dress to an ill-fated leap of faith, sheÔÇÖs sure thereÔÇÖs nowhere for her life to go but up. At least until she sits down on a trans-Pacific flight next to the one man she never wanted to see againÔÇöthe boy sheÔÇÖd lost her heart and her virginity too back before sheÔÇÖd learned that friendship and football donÔÇÖt equal true love.
Broken down quarterback Heath Montgomery is on a plane ride to nowhere. Dodging the phone call heÔÇÖs certain will end his professional football career for good, he might be Texas bound, but he knows thereÔÇÖs nowhere for him to go but down. But thatÔÇÖs before his childhood best friend and confidante plops back into his life wearing nothing but duct tape and a bad attitude. Determined not to lose her again (especially since he isnÔÇÖt sure why he lost her the first time) and desperate to outrun his own shadowy future, Heath sets out to take Lyric on the ride of her life. Too bad she only dates men who actually know what her butterfly nebula is ÔÇª and can find it without the help of a star chart.
Add in one passive-aggressive flight attendant with delusions of couture, a cherry red car with a crush on Neil Diamond, an over-protective sister with a black belt in Krav Maga, two parents determined to marry their spinster daughter off to the hometown hero no matter the cost, and a whole lot of lingerie popping up in all the right places at all the wrong times and youÔÇÖve got an unforgettable love story that fans of Susan Elizabeth Phillips and Rachel Gibson wonÔÇÖt want to miss!
From New York Times Bestselling author Tracy Wolff and International Bestselling author Katie Graykowski comes a sexy tale of love, laughter and lingerie ÔÇª
ÔÇ£But how are you going toÔÇöÔÇØ He watched her disappear into the womenÔÇÖs bathroom. ÔÇ£ÔÇöget out of that dress?ÔÇØ
It didnÔÇÖt take long for him to figure out that she was going to be right back out. She might not have been thinking about the mechanics of stripping off that damn dress, but heÔÇÖd spent entirely too much of his adult life getting women out of their clothes to know that it was going to be a problem. A serious problem.
He glanced around, saw a small station of plastic flatware a few feet away near the restaurants. He wasnÔÇÖt sure what good a plastic knife was going to do against tightly wrapped duct tape, but he was willing to give it the old Wrangler try. But when he got up to the institutional silverware holder, the only things left were a bunch of sporks and one sorry looking plastic knife. He grabbed them all, along with a couple of straws and a handful of mayonnaise packets for lubrication. He decided to leave the mustard where it was.
He made it back to the bathroom just as Lyric limped out, a look of crestfallen agony on her beautiful face. With a smile, he held up his plundered booty. ÔÇ£IÔÇÖve got you covered.ÔÇØ
She stared at the mismatched selection heÔÇÖd picked up, then rolled her eyes. ÔÇ£IÔÇÖm not a cheeseburger, Heath.ÔÇØ
ÔÇ£Yeah, well, the selection was limited. I did the best I could.ÔÇØ He crouched down next her. ÔÇ£LetÔÇÖs get you out of this dress.ÔÇØ
She glanced around wildly. ÔÇ£Not here.ÔÇØ
ÔÇ£Why not here? I thought you had to go to the bathroom.ÔÇØ
ÔÇ£IÔÇÖm not wearing anything under this duct tape.ÔÇØ
He froze, even as his heartbeat went wild. ÔÇ£Nothing?ÔÇØ SheÔÇÖd said so earlier, but heÔÇÖd thought she was kidding. He swallowed. All that lovely white skin, and the only thing between it and him was a thin veneer of tape. There wasnÔÇÖt a man alive who hadnÔÇÖt had that dream a time or two.
ÔÇ£My dress ripped, remember?ÔÇØ She shuffled from foot to foot.
Lyric hummed the chorus of BeyonceÔÇÖs ÔÇ£Put a Ring on It.ÔÇØ Huh? ÔÇ£Yeah, but what about your underwear?ÔÇØ
ÔÇ£The dress was too tight. I didnÔÇÖt want a panty line.ÔÇØ She sucked in air like it was going out of style.
ÔÇ£Lyric Wright, are you telling me you werenÔÇÖt lying when you told me you were traveling halfway across the Pacific in nothing but duct tape?ÔÇØ He might have a heart attack himself, especially now that he was picturing all the bare skin just beneath his hands.
ÔÇ£Well, it wasnÔÇÖt by choice. Believe me.ÔÇØ
Standing up, he propelled her back through the bathroom entrance. They were already attracting a fair amount of attention, and there was no way in hell he was stripping Lyric down in front of half the men in the Austin airport.
ÔÇ£Heath. This is the ladiesÔÇÖ room.ÔÇØ She sounded scandalized.
ÔÇ£Would you rather go into the menÔÇÖs room and do this?ÔÇØ Over his dead body, but she didnÔÇÖt need to know that.
ÔÇ£Well, no. But youÔÇÖll get in trouble.ÔÇØ She looked around like she was waiting for some sort of bathroom bouncer to appear and toss him out.
ÔÇ£By who? The bathroom police?ÔÇØ He laughed. ÔÇ£Sweetheart, weÔÇÖre in the Lone Star State now. Short of losing the Super Bowl or wearing 49ers colors, thereÔÇÖs not much I can do in this state that will get me into trouble.ÔÇØ
ÔÇ£Seriously?ÔÇØ She eyed him with disgust.
ÔÇ£This is the great state of Texas. When people talk about the Holy Trinity, theyÔÇÖre talking about Jesus, the NRA, and the Fort Worth Wranglers. So yeah, you and I could drop down right here on this surprisingly clean tile and go for it, and the only comments people would make would be to offer suggestions ÔÇª to you. And theyÔÇÖd still want me to sign their tits.ÔÇØ
ÔÇ£You know this from experience?ÔÇØ She glanced at the floor, and he could just see that huge brain of hers filing away the facts. Despite the potty dance she was doing, it was really an example of Lyric at her finest. Never judgmental, simply interested in gathering information.
At least, until she said, ÔÇ£Well, just so you know. If it gets to that, IÔÇÖm taking the top. And if you hurry and get this dress off, I just might be willing to give it a shot.ÔÇØ
It was the wrong thing for her to say. Now his mind was filled with all kinds of inappropriate images, namely of Lyric and her double Ds above him as she followed the advice of T-shirts everywhere: Save a horse. Ride a Cowboy.
But he could tell things were getting critical, and he really didnÔÇÖt want her to have an accident, so he ushered her to the large handicap stall at the back of the restroom. As he locked the door behind them, one of the women whoÔÇÖd┬á been primping at the mirror called, ÔÇ£WhenÔÇÖs my turn, Deuce?ÔÇØ
ÔÇ£One at a time, maÔÇÖam. The line forms to the right,ÔÇØ he called over the stall door.
He turned to Lyric. ÔÇ£All right,ÔÇØ he said, laying out his improvised tools on the ledge created by the toilet paper holder like a nurse preparing a tray of sterile implements. ÔÇ£LetÔÇÖs get to work.ÔÇØ
Examining the duct tape like it was a medium-rare New York strip, Heath grabbed the spork in his left hand and took the knife in his right. Then he stepped back and spent a moment taking stock. Did he start at the top and work down or at the bottom and work up? Both had appeal.
Lyric danced from side to side, humming Beyonc├® louder. ÔÇ£Do. Something.ÔÇØ
He hadnÔÇÖt remembered her ever humming before. He knelt in front of herÔÇögenuflecting to Mistress Duct TapeÔÇöand pain shot through his bad knee at the awkward position. Gritting his teeth, he ignored it and sawed lightly at the dressÔÇÖs hem. The pathetic plastic knife bent and twisted under his hand with each slice, but he didnÔÇÖt want to hurt her so he kept the pressure light.
ÔÇ£Hurry.ÔÇØ She clamped her thighs together.
Christ, the way she said that wordÔÇölike he was inside her and she couldnÔÇÖt come fast enoughÔÇöturned him on. Great, now he had a bum knee and a hard-on from hell to deal with. Instead of focusing on the pain, he concentrated on freeing her bare bottom. Her round, lush, sexy-as-hell bare bottom. Sweat broke out on his upper lip, and he shifted, determined to concentrate on the problem at hand.
ÔÇ£Open your legs.ÔÇØ It came out a little short, but seriously, if he had a nickel for every time heÔÇÖd said that, heÔÇÖd have a shitload of nickels. ÔÇ£Sit on the toilet.ÔÇØ Now that was a new one.
Lyric looked at him in horror, then leaned over and pulled several handfuls of toilet paper from the holder before she began arranging them as a seat cushion.
Heath scooted closer to her. ÔÇ£Jesus, I thought you were in a hurry.ÔÇØ ÔÇ£I am, but there are rules. A lady squats but never sits on a public toilet. Did you know the average public toilet has two million bacteria per square inch?ÔÇØ She piled more toilet paper into what could only be called a wreath arrangement on the seat.
Was it a centerpiece or a toilet? He was getting confused. Especially when his old pal Lyric referred to herself as a lady. HeÔÇÖd never thought of her like that before. Then again, now that heÔÇÖd been this close to her luscious thighs, heÔÇÖd probably never be able to think of her as anything but. He rubbed his knee. ÔÇ£IÔÇÖll file that little tidbit under LyricÔÇÖs Fun Facts. Right up there with the one in twenty shot of a meteorite striking a plane.ÔÇØ
ÔÇ£Okay.ÔÇØ She half sat, half dropped onto the seat. ÔÇ£IÔÇÖm ready.ÔÇØ
Heath didnÔÇÖt have the heart to tell her that most of her fluffy seat cushion had landed on the floor.
ÔÇ£Here,ÔÇØ she inched her legs apart, ÔÇ£whatever youÔÇÖve got plannedÔÇöGO FASTER.ÔÇØ
ÔÇ£Usually when IÔÇÖm going at a woman from this angle I like to take my time. But in your case, IÔÇÖll make an exception.ÔÇØ With all the force he could allow, he stabbed at the tape. The knife broke in half. ÔÇ£Damn.ÔÇØ
LyricÔÇÖs legs started to vibrate. ÔÇ£WhatÔÇÖs taking so long? Prisoners with the intelligence of spider monkeys are able to dig out of Alcatraz with nothing but a spoon, but you canÔÇÖt break me out of this dress?ÔÇØ
He shook his head. ÔÇ£ThereÔÇÖs never a convict with a shiv around when you need one.ÔÇØ
He had two Super Bowl rings, a Heisman Trophy, and more wins than he could count. There was no way in hell a few strips of duct tape were going to break his winning streak. With all the murderous intent of Norman BatesÔÇÖs mother with a butcher knife, Heath rammed the spork at the tape. The spork cracked down the middle and bit into his palm.
He stared at it for a second, then decided fuck it. It was past time to go old school. ÔÇ£Hold on honey, IÔÇÖm going in.ÔÇØ
Licking his lips, he stuck his head between her thighs and clamped his teeth down on the tape. But the second his jaw scraped against her inner thighs, Lyric shrieked.
Her surprisingly strong thighsÔÇöwho knew an astrophysicist could be so tonedÔÇöclamped down on his ears and she giggled. ÔÇ£What are you doing? That tickles.ÔÇØ Lyric wiggled against him.
ÔÇ£My dad always taught me to use the tools at hand, and right now these are all IÔÇÖve got left.ÔÇØ Heath bit through the bottom edge of the dress, then spit out a chunk of tape and went for the next layer. It wasnÔÇÖt the first dress heÔÇÖd chewed through, but it was the first one that had stuck to his teeth.