Mr. Unlucky by BA Tortuga Read Free Book Online Page B

Chris got it, though. The man had been a slut of mammoth proportions before Dad had come around and “put a stop to that nonsense”. Hell, Dad had even convinced Daddy Chris to leave the rodeo circuit, plant roots. Have babies.
    Fit into this tiny little town like it was nothing at all. It hadn’t always been like that, of course. From the few times Daddy Chris had told tale about it, there’d been some hard-core ass-kicking at the beginning. Dad had been beat down so hard they’d thought he’d die and, from what she’d figured out, Daddy Chris had damn near been in the Federal pen. Thank God for Sheriff John Sr. and a little creative police work. The assholes that had hurt Dad had been run out of town and after that Daddy Chris was able to settle in. Nowadays they just were who they were, even if most folks acted like her dads were just Really Good Friends.
    It was a little stunning sometimes, how her dads were in each other’s pockets. It gave her hope that both she and Maddie would find their someones. She tried to ignore the little kernel of belief that she’d already found hers. It was too early to think that way. Hell, they were still in the ‘exploring happily’ phase of this whole crazy thing. And it was happy, for sure. They could be lazy in bed together for hours. She was pretty tickled to feed his horses, too. The feelings were crazy. Daddy Chris opened the door to the pizza parlor and let her lead the way over to Maddie’s chosen booth.
    “Am I as cow-eyed when I date, Daddy Chris?” Butter wouldn’t melt in Maddie’s mouth.
    Daddy shook his head. “No, pumpkin. You got too much of your dad in you.”
    Their dad, Brandt, laughed right out loud. “You and me, Mad. we’re too practical for that mooning shit.”
    “You know it.” Maddie was smiling, though. “I think it’s sort of cute, really.”
    She flipped her sister off. “Screw you, Madeline.” She drawled out the name, knowing her twin hated it.
    “It’s Mad-i-son,” Maddie growled. “Adelaide.”
    “We should have named them Bob and Frank.”
    Daddy Chris grinned, looking a little like a monkey. “Bert and Ernie.”
    “Laurel and Hardy.”
    She and Maddie exchanged a glance, rolling their eyes at each other.
    “This is why the grans named us, Adds.”
    “Yes, because our dads are boys.”
    “Well, y’all both like boys, so get used to it. Who wants pineapple?”
    “Me!” She grinned as Maddie’s and Dad’s noses wrinkled. She leaned against Daddy Chris and listened to them all argue pizza. It was time for some family togetherness. She’d get a giant cookie before she left, though, and take it to Bodie.
    She wasn’t willing to give up on the idea of dessert.
    * * * *
    Bodie stretched, his back aching. Man, he’d been moving bales thanks to a tiny mold problem, and he was pissed at himself for being stupid about it. His belly was empty as a worm, too, and he wondered if he even had spray whipped cream in his fridge.
    His phone vibrated in his pocket, the buzz altogether too close to his balls.
    Fishing it out, he saw Addie’s name and grinned. His day just got a hundred times better in a second. Boom. “Hey, honey.”
    “Cowboy. You interested in a giant cookie and a naked girl?”
    Bodie damn near swallowed his tongue. “Hell, yes. How far away are you?”
    She chuckled softly, the sound making all the best sorts of promises. “I’m on your back porch.”
    “I am on my way.” All he had to do was close up shop and hop on the four-wheeler.
    And pray no one decided to see if his girl was really bare-assed on his porch. Not that anyone could see his porch unless they drove in off the main road. Shit. He gunned it, making for home.
    Addie blew his fucking mind, just right there in his face, wanting him. He’d had his share of women, and he’d loved a few, but none of them made him happy in his gut like Addie did.
    He squealed to a halt by his back door, that pretty girl draped over his rocking chair, wearing