Forever Kisses (Romance on the Ranch Book 7) by Verna Clay Read Free Book Online Page A

you?"
    Again he responded in the negative. "No, ma'am."
    "Do you think we…ah…you know…"
    He finished her sentence for her. "Tasted the pleasures of wedded bliss?"
    She groaned and nodded.
    "I'd say there's a ninety-nine percent chance we did since we're both naked and wearing wedding bands."
    She covered her face with her hands. "Flatfoot, we've got to get this annulled. I know I'm older than you. How old are you?"
    "Just turned forty-nine."
    Sally groaned. "My god, I'm fifty-eight and you're forty-nine. It's sinful."
    "I don't think you can annul a marriage that's been consummated."
    "Maybe we're not really married. Maybe we were just pretending. If we're really married, there'd have to be a document."
    "You mean like this one?" He rose on one elbow, grabbed a paper on the nightstand, and handed it to Sally.
    She scanned the document that was signed and sealed by a man of the cloth who called himself, Pastor Ivan Begood. Could things get any worse? She was probably going to spend an eternity in hell for robbing the cradle.
    Glancing across the room, she saw a champagne bottle and suddenly felt nauseous. How much alcohol had they consumed last night? She started to wretch and grabbed the sheet to her body, running for the bathroom. Hanging over the toilet, she blessedly forgot her marriage while she tossed her guts up.
    After washing her face with cool water she stepped back into the bedroom and stopped cold. Flatfoot stood butt naked beside the bed. He glanced up, saw her, and acted like it was no big deal as he bent to retrieve his boxers from the floor.
    He had a great body and it took a minute for her to tear her eyes away from it. She gathered her own clothing off the floor and rushed back into the bathroom.

Chapter 10: What Now?
     
    Flatfoot finished tucking his shirt into his pants and began putting two-and-two together. He thought back to the previous day. He and Sally had driven to Cortez and caught a late flight to Vegas. In Vegas he'd rented a car and checked them into separate rooms at the Bellagio. It had been past dinner time so he'd treated her to steak and shrimp at one of the hotel's superb dining rooms. He'd ordered an expensive bottle of red wine and they'd finished it while telling funny stories from their childhoods. After that, they'd wandered the gaming rooms. He'd seen a blackjack table he liked and Sally had encouraged him to join the game. She'd stood close behind him.
    He'd always been pretty good at blackjack, and this evening was no different. When his winnings had started to pile up and the chair next to him became available, he'd patted it for Sally to take a seat and handed her half his winnings. The waitress had already come around a couple of times and they'd ordered beers. After Sally sat down, they'd graduated to screwdrivers. That's when things got fuzzy.
    When they left the blackjack table he vaguely remembered saying, "Hey, Sally, let's get married. That way you can forget Howard and I can have a reason to settle down."
    She'd been leaning against him and glanced up. He'd taken in her pretty green eyes and pink mouth and bent to kiss her. She'd said something like, "I'm so drunk I'm gonna say yes."
    After that, there had been a fat woman playing the wedding march while Sally walked a short aisle between empty benches, and then a big man with a booming voice was yelling, "By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Go ahead and kiss her, bro."
    Flatfoot didn't remember the kiss or getting from the chapel back to his room. However, he had fibbed when he told Sally he didn't remember anything of a carnal nature; he did have flashes of naked bodies, hot kisses, and experiencing a boner like he hadn't felt in years. If his memory was somewhat intact, and not just wishful thinking, she had done things that almost made him blush. Yep, Howard's loss was his gain. Howard was one stupid man. So, what to do now?
    He walked over to the window to gaze at the traffic below.