Free Texas Wild by Brenda Jackson Page B

covering it. She bet he would look even
better shirtless.
    Her frown deepened. She should not be thinking about Rico
without a shirt. It was bad enough that she had shared two heated kisses with
him.
    “What kind of party do you think I’m having, Megan?”
    She crossed her arms over her chest. “I don’t know, you tell
me.”
    He chuckled. “That’s easy because I’m not having a party.
You’ll get your own hotel room, and I’ll have mine. I said I wanted you. I also
said eventually I’d have you if you came with me. But I’ll let you decide
when.”
    “It won’t happen. Just because we shared two enjoyable kisses
and—”
    “So you did enjoy them, huh?”
    She wished she could swipe that smirk off his face. She
shrugged. “They were okay.”
    He threw his head back and laughed. “Just okay? Then I guess I
better improve my technique the next time.”
    She nibbled on her bottom lip, thinking if he got any better
she would be in big trouble.
    “Don’t do that.”
    She raised a brow. “Don’t do what?”
    “Nibble on your lip that way. Or else I’m tempted to improve my
technique right here and now.”
    Megan swallowed, and as she stood there and stared up at him,
she was reminded of how his kisses could send electrical currents racing through
her with just a flick of his tongue.
    “I like it when you do that.”
    “Do what?”
    “Blush. I guess guys didn’t ever talk to you that way, telling
you what they wanted to do to you.”
    She figured she might as well be honest with him. “No.”
    “Then may I make a suggestion, Megan?”
    She liked hearing the sound of her name from his lips.
“What?”
    “Get used to it.”
    * * *
    Rico sat on a bar stool in the kitchen while talking to
Clint. However, he was keeping Megan in his peripheral vision. When they’d
gotten back to the house, Clint had been eager to show Rico a beauty of a new
stallion he was about to send to his sister Casey to train, and Alyssa wanted to
show Megan how she’d finished decorating the baby’s room that morning.
    Cain was awake, and, like most three-year-olds, he wanted to be
the life of the party and hold everyone’s attention. He was doing so without any
problems. He spoke well for a child his age and was already riding a horse like
a pro.
    Rico had admired the time Clint had spent with his son and
could see the bond between them. He thought about all the times he had wished
his father could have been home more and hadn’t been. Luckily, his grandfather
had been there to fill the void when his father had been living a double
life.
    Megan had gone upstairs to take a nap, and by the time he’d
seen her again it had been time for dinner. She had showered and changed, and
the moment she had come down the stairs it had taken everything he had to keep
from staring at her. She was dressed in a printed flowing skirt and a blouse
that showed what a nice pair of shoulders she had. He thought she looked
refreshed and simply breathtaking. And his reaction upon seeing her reminded him
of how it had been the first time he’d seen her, that day three months ago.
    “Rico?” Clint said, snapping his fingers in front of his
face.
    Rico blinked. “Sorry. My mind wandered there for a minute.”
    “Evidently,” Clint said, grinning. “How about if we go outside
where we can talk without your mind wandering so much?”
    Rico chuckled, knowing Clint knew full well where his
concentration had been. “Fine,” he said, grabbing his beer off the counter.
    Moments later, while sitting in rocking chairs on the
wraparound porch, Clint had brought Rico up to date on the horse breeding and
training business. Several of the horses would be running in the Kentucky Derby
and Preakness in the coming year.
    “So how are things going with the investigation?” Clint asked
when there was a lull in conversation. “Megan mentioned to Alyssa something
about an old lady in Forbes who might have known Clarice.”
    “Yes, I’m making plans to