Free Their Ex's Redrock Dawn (Texas Alpha Biker) by Shirl Anders Page B

find it strange how it all went down, but that didn’t matter because they hadn’t had that “he’s the one” feeling before. It was powerful.
    Feeling so much better after the trashy news about Rick, Carly put a swing in her hips as she went toward the fairgrounds amphitheater. When she was walking down the inclined aisle past audience chairs toward the judges’ table, Carly saw freaking Cabe Santos sitting at the table along with two other judges; one was the mayor and the other the fairgrounds director.
    Nobody at work had told her Cabe was going to be another judge for the pageant. Of course, Vincent and Cabe were so wrapped up in their new ladies that when they were around they were distracted. Carly took a deep breath—then she realized seeing Cabe away from work in this atmosphere wasn’t so bad. They’d been friends for years. She also realized she’d not been feeling bad over losing a chance with Cabe as much as she’d felt horrible her marriage wasn’t working. Cabe had told her once it was a waste to pine over someone that wasn’t into you, like he’d done with his wife.
    Carly saw that without even realizing it, since Cabe said it, she’d let go of her fanciful crush on him. If some guy wasn’t into her, they just weren’t into her, and she sure didn’t need to try to make them into her. Not when if she’d just wait long enough, and be open enough, the guy that was totally in to her as much as she was into him would come along.
    So walking up to Cabe knowing she was over the moon into Zeb wasn’t really hard at all.
    But seeing freaking Tula Littlebird Andersen up close was.

NINE] No Questions, Carly
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    Z eb watched Rick Shaw watching Carly. Then Zeb watched Shaw watching Carly and Tula interact for the few moments they had to, while rehearsing the timing of the upcoming pageant. The two reasons he knew it was Shaw was one, he’d seen a photo at Carly’s house, and two, Shaw was hiding and acting supremely nervous when the two women were facing each other.
    Zeb’s vantage point was above in the scaffolding. Maybe the reason he’d picked that strategic spot was his sniper training, but he could see all he needed to see from where he crouched.
    And Tula couldn’t see him.
    First he watched Shaw, while Shaw nervously paced behind the edge of the curtain where Carly or Tula on the far side of the stage couldn’t see him. Shaw kept digging his hand through his hair as if very agitated while he glared at Carly. Carly was oblivious of his nasty looks, while sitting at the judging table further out in the audience.
    Zeb pondered that glare, because it was an aggravated and hateful look where Carly couldn’t see it. Shaw took out his cell phone and he punched some letters, and then he stalked out the rear of the backstage area. Zeb got up on silent feet, and he walked as far as he could on the scaffolding to see where Shaw was going.
    Right out the stage door.
    Zeb was going to climb down and follow Shaw when Tula came out on the stage. He stopped and looked at her. He hadn’t seen her in a year and a half, not counting when she was being deep-throated by that tree when he’d first finally found her, because then he really hadn’t been able to see her.
    She was a beautiful woman, and he could see the changes in her that twenty-one months had brought. She’d let her straight black hair grow out, and he was amazed to see her breasts had to be at least a size and a half larger than what he was used to. He’d totally missed that, blinded by rage when he’d first seen her against that tree with Shaw’s tongue down her throat.
    How the hell could his wife get a breast job and he not know it?
    But the dress she was wearing showed her big breasts way the fuck off as she strutted to center stage. Tula was wearing a plunging neckline with a wide V that barely covered the inner slopes of her fake breasts, and every time she spoke, she posed.
    Zeb felt the pit of anger in his