Free His Brother's Wife by Lily Graison Page A

a peeved
look. “You don’t need me to ride a fence line with you. It only
takes one set of eyes to see if there’s a breech in it.”
    “Then I guess you’ll have
to muck out the stalls in the barn while I’m riding over the
range.”
    “I can’t go to town
smelling like horseshit. You have time to do it before you go check
the fence.”
    The look of Rafe’s face
scared her. Grace didn’t really blame him for being upset, not with
Jesse having an excuse for everything, so she felt compelled to
intervene. “We can go to town tomorrow, if that would be better for
you.”
    “No…”
    “Yes…”
    Rafe and Jesse both
answered at the same time. Jesse glared at Rafe before looking back
at her. “I’ll take you to town today. Rafe don’t need no help. He
just likes ordering me around is all.”
    Grace could tell Rafe
wanted to say something but he didn’t. No one said anything after
that and she was glad for it. She still couldn’t bring herself to
look at Rafe but when he left, she glanced out the window at him
and wondered what she’d done to cause his dislike of
her.
    She couldn’t recall a
thing she may have said to upset him. Surely he wasn’t so angry at
Jesse for bringing her out here that he would take it out on her as
well. Then again, maybe he was. She certainly didn’t know anything
about him other than the fact he was far too pleasing to look at
and her pulse leaped whenever he was near. Other than that, Rafe
Samuels was an enigma. One she didn’t think he’d ever give her the
chance to figure out. With his hot and cold attitude toward her,
she wondered why she even wanted to.
     
     
    * * * *
     
     
    She was wearing pink and green
stripes. The moment Rafe stepped out of the barn, the sight of her
halted his steps. He could do nothing but stare.
    The dress was an eye catcher and
the hat sitting on her head looked like it had a bird's nest
perched on one side, complete with feathers and a thin gauzy veil.
Her golden hair was pulled into some fancy concoction with ringlets
falling down her back and she carried a little umbrella embellished
with lace.
    Tugging on a small pair of gloves,
she turned her head, giving him a look that said she was used to
men gawking at her. He could see why they did.
He didn't think he’d ever seen anything so ridiculously
gaudy and tantalizing as her in his entire life.
    He watched her cross the
yard, her head held high and her breasts jutting out so temptingly
in the tight fitting bodice his cock took notice moments after his
brain did. Visions of her butt ass naked and sprinkled with water
droplets screeched across his brain and all the blood in his body
headed south as he stared at her.
    She certainly didn’t
belong in Willow Creek. Hell she didn’t belong anywhere near
Montana. She was a city lady through and through. One glance at her
told you that.
    He watched Jesse run
around the old buckboard to help her up, offering her a hand and
grinning like an idiot. He wondered how the kid was going to handle
the trip into town alone. He didn’t like driving the wagon. Ever
since he’d lost control of the horses a few months back and ended
up face down in a ditch with the buckboard on top of him he'd shied
away from it. Maybe that was why he always had that old mule to
pull the wagon now.
    When Grace was seated, her
skirts filling the seat, Jesse checked the cinches on the mule
before climbing up and taking the seat beside of her. He was still
grinning as he grabbed the reins and gave them a light flick to get
the animal moving. When they neared the fence, Grace looked back
over her shoulder at him. The moment his gaze locked with hers,
every word he’d ever said to her came back in an instant. He
regretted most of them.
    He turned and walked back into the barn, grabbing the
shovel and entering the stall the mule had been in. It was Jesse’s
job to shovel out the stalls, but, like most days, his brother had
other things to do. Today, it was escorting his wife to