Free Texas Wild (western romance and sex) (western romance) by Cristina Grenier Page B

like hot glass being plunged into ice water. With the sudden change in her attitude toward everything, she was looking for a place to escape. Her friend Amy in Texas instantly came to mind. Texas was half a continent away from the lying, cheating bastard and was still not far enough space.
    She had made the phone call and was instantly welcomed to come stay in the guest house at Amy’s ranch. Without packing anything or making any phone calls, Reenie had started driving that same night and arrived late at night the following day. Amy had put her up in the furnished guesthouse and when she arrived, she was stuffed with what Amy called “comfort food” and sent directly to bed.
    Reenie had slept just about all of the following day and awakened late in the afternoon to the sound of Amy once again providing a delicious meal which hit the spot. She had stocked the refrigerator with all of the things that she thought her friend might want, gave her a hug and left. Amy could tell that Reenie was not ready to talk and she left her alone.
    The following day, Reenie spent all of her time either in bed or on the couch, mindlessly watching whatever happened to be on TV. The pile of tissues from the frequent fits of crying that would suddenly come upon her without warning had become a mountain before she had determined that she was finished crying over the worthless bastard and was ready to move on.
    Following upon the heels of the fits of sobbing was a profound anger that took a solid hold upon every corner of her emotions and attitudes. She was in a state of mind where it was better that her lying; cheating ex-fiancé was far away, because she might be spending the rest of her life in prison if she had been able to carry out the thoughts that were surging through her mind.
    Unlucky for Matt, Amy’s brother, he had staggered into her life at that very moment when her ire was at its peak. Reenie’s ire had the full force of the Irish half of her ancestry, though the burning blood of the Spanish half could hardly be considered as a limiting factor. Thus, with the two bloodlines boiling together in her veins, her threat to shoot Amy’s brother was not entirely a joke.
    With Matt safely disposed of for the moment and happily starting in on his third tune in the shower, Reenie was sitting on the sofa praying for Amy to arrive before he got out of the shower. She didn’t need to fight a naked drunk. She didn’t want any man in her life period, but she certainly didn’t need this drunken asshole. At the same moment that the thought entered her mind, the picture of his perfectly proportioned nude body, penetrating blue eyes and very nice package pushed its way in.
    “Damn it!” she exclaimed sharply, though in a whispered tone. The first asshole she met had to be “that” asshole; Amy’s gorgeous brother asshole. There seemed to be no escaping them. They were everywhere, just like opinions. She sidetracked her thoughts for a moment as she thought about the saying, “opinions are like assholes, everyone has one and most of them stink.” She immediately wondered why the hell her thoughts had made that detour. “I’m going fucking crazy!” she bellowed. This time, it was well above a whisper.
    In the same moment that she bellowed out, two simultaneous events occurred which added a touch of comedy to the entire scene. The first was that the door to the bathroom opened and the outline of the nude, but clean Matt appeared in the doorway with a broad grin. “I’m going crazy too baby,” he screamed at the top of his lungs and then squealed, covered himself and slammed the door shut in response to the second event.
    The second of the two simultaneous events was the opening of the door to the guest house by Reenie’s friend Amy as she arrived to rescue her, still panting from rushing to get there before things got completely out of hand. When she saw her nude brother, Reenie on the couch, heard Amy’s loud exclamation and entered