Naked Heat: Naked Cowboys, Book 7 by Desiree Holt Read Free Book Online

“Pretty spicy. Maybe I will stop by and get some for myself. When I get around to buying a grill, that is.”
    Everyone got very busy with their food And Mac turned his attention back to his. But he’d be sure to ask Cade or even Nida, if he got a chance, what the hell the joke was.
    He did his best to participate in the conversation but had a hard time focusing with Nida’s delicate scent teasing his nostrils and her soft body just barely touching his. It was bad enough with the sweet feel of her next to him, but that scent that he now identified as a combination of vanilla and cinnamon was about to drive him nuts. His cock, which had been dormant since the accident, had decided to choose this moment to spring to life, spring being the operative word. As surreptitiously as he could, he shifted and eased the denim of his jeans so he didn’t feel as if his dick and his balls were being strangled. When was the last time any woman had this kind of impact on him?
    “Mac?” Georgie’s voice jerked him to attention.
    He blinked. Apparently, someone had said something to him when he’d been sitting there spacing out. Great. “Oh, sorry. My mind must have been wandering.”
    And heading down a dangerous path.
    “Cade asked if you’ve decided yet what you’re going to do with the property.”
    A tough question since I don’t quite know the answer to that myself.
    He sure couldn’t tell them it was a good place to hide away, work out some of his frustration and anger and use as a base of operations for his mission. He’d figured as a guy living in a rundown house spending his days in physical labor, he wouldn’t be on anyone’s radar. He could hang around a bunch of places in jeans and work shirts, listen to conversations and ask a question now and then. It just seemed there were a damn lot of ranchers with wild offspring. How the fuck would he ever narrow it down?
    “Uh, I’m still working on that.” Come on, Give them something plausible. “I needed a change in my life, a way to get away from a lot of stress I was under.” He shrugged. “Luckily, I had the resources to do that. So you might call it kind of a retreat at the moment. Or maybe a work in progress.”
    “Nida always manages to match her clients up with exactly what they’re looking for,” Reenie Stark piped in. “She’s the queen of real estate in Rowan County.”
    “You guys,” Nida protested. “He’s already bought the property. I don’t need a commercial.”
    “Well, maybe Mac can help spread the word for you.” Georgie glanced at him. “You must know a lot of people who’d be interested in property out here, right? What exactly did you say you did?”
    Before Mac could dig up a satisfactory answer, Georgie’s husband cut in.
    “Leave the guy alone to eat his dinner, darlin’. And leave Nida alone too. We invited them for dinner, not the third degree.”
    “You’re right. Sorry.”
    But Mac didn’t think she sounded the least bit sorry.
    “If you need extra labor,” Matt interjected. “I can spare a couple of the hands now and then.”
    “Same here,” Buck offered.
    “I appreciate it. Really.” He forced a smile. “And if I need help, I promise I’ll holler. But I think I want to get most of the junk cleared away before I figure out what’s next.” He looked at the man across from him. “No disrespect, Cade.”
    “None taken,” the other man said in an amiable voice.
    Throughout the meal, he was acutely aware of Nida sitting next to him. Of the way her glossy black hair swung forward whenever she dipped her head. Of her slender fingers as they grasped the silverware. Even, when he allowed himself a sideways glance, the delicate flex of the muscles in her jaw as she chewed.
    Jesus, Mac. Get your shit together. You barely know her and you don’t have time for her.
    Yeah, tell that to his body.
    The meal was finished in a leisurely fashion and they sat over coffee and cheesecake for a long time. Mac found the people