Free Roundabout Road (Saving the Sinners of Preacher's Bend Book 2) by Jevenna Willow

simply vocalizing this.
    Debra turned her head toward Liddy and lost her cool.
“And just who the hell do you think you are, you uptight hussy?”
    Boy! When Debra’s hackles rose, they rose quickly.
    Somehow, snorting in Debra’s face was not the best
thing to do at the moment, because this time Jake did not groan. He gasped. Same
as Liddy had.
    The man was in enough trouble. She surely did not need
to add more to it. Yet Liddy was adding to the pot anyway. Why? Hell!This
should be self-explanatory.Debra called her a hussy! That’s why! A fat,
nasty, bitch called her . . . a hussy ! What else was she supposed
to do? Let the woman get away with it?
    Hussy around these parts was the patented name for the
very woman who’d completely ruined her life, Ms. Fuckanotherwoman’s husband Porter. Gun or no gun on the deputy’s hip, Liddy had her pride to protect, her
name, and her reputation. She had to defend ten years of getting as far from
this place as possible. Ten years of becoming someone others now looked up to,
and respected.
    Most of all . . . she had her misplaced Humphrey pride
to protect from the likes of one Debra Wesley calling her a hussy.
    Jake stepped between she and Debra; protecting one,
but not the other, with his large and muscular body. His doing so had Liddy’s
thoughts headed to which one of them he’d meant to protect, using his body as a
shield. Debra? Or her? Somehow, she had her doubts he was coming to the rescue of
a soon-to-be ex-wife.
    “Debra,” he said, while looking not at his half-sister,
but directly at Liddy’s face. “Do you not recognize this particular hussy?” His
shameless grin was caustic and full of pure vengeful attitude.
    Liddy would’ve kicked him in the nuts, not only for
his thoughtlessness and for an equally thoughtless repeat of Debra’s nasty
definition to her character—would it not have landed her in jail instead of his arrogant ass.
    She was already walking a very thin line within their
judicial system with Mack’s car taken without permission. Okay! Stolen. She
most certainly did not need to add any more.
    Debra pulled up short. She stared Liddy right in the
face. And Liddy had no idea how she did it, but Jesus, Debra did it, so bloody damn
great.
    Deputy Wesley made Liddy feel one inch tall under her
tight scrutiny. One inch tall, in four-inch heels! She turned on Jake. “Yes.
So?”
    Debra completely ignored Liddy’s presence.
     Fuck! That’s all I get? A yes? A mere so?
    She hadn’t been gone that long, had she?The
very least Debra could’ve done was tell Mr. Giotti they’d already talked, and
she hadn’t been any friendlier to Liddy then, than Debra was being to her right
now.
    Jake kept his eyes locked on her face and he started
to laugh.
    Her expression to a much-clipped personal association
must have been priceless to him, because she sure as the hell was in no mood to
chuckle. It would have been at her expense.
    “Debra! You don’t recognize Preacher’s Bend’s very own
two-timing, walkabout wife?” he asked his half-sister.
    Jail or no jail cell, Liddy kicked the bastard in the
shin. She’d been intending to aim a bit higher and missed only because he
anticipated her action and moved. The wretched man!
    She was not the
one who had an affair. He was ! And not a tiny, inconsequential affair. Plural!
    Jake flinched to the sudden pain in his leg but he surprised
her by not doing anything toward retaliation. Yet .
    Besides, Debra was watching his every move very
carefully. If he so much as even moved a muscle to hurt her, Liddy was sure his
half-sister would’ve had him in handcuffs. Perhaps on his knees seconds later,
begging for mercy. Debra loved to get her highs off hurting Jake.
    “Liddy?” Debra suddenly asked, startling Liddy’s
thoughts to the here and now.
    Liddy could do nothing more than nod at the woman.
Debra was a very scary person. Liddy’s mind was still reeling, so forming real
words would have been near to