Red-Hot Texas Nights by Kimberly Raye Read Free Book Online

you’re through with this guy, nut up and let him go. Fast and clean.”
    â€œWill do. You sure you can’t take a few hours off to make Shark Tank ? You need a little fun in your life.”
    Brandy knew that. She felt it in the steady trembling of her body and the ache in her nipples. And all because Tyler was back in town and she couldn’t stop thinking about that all-important fact, no matter how many loaves of bread she rolled and kneaded until her elbows ached.
    Not that she was admitting as much to Jenna. Or anyone for that matter.
    That was the thing about her “arrangement” with Tyler. They weren’t an item. They didn’t gab on the phone. Or go out on dates. Or swap stories over ice cream cones at the Dairy Freeze. They hooked up. No talking about it. Not to each other. Not to other people. No talking, period.
    Which meant she shouldn’t be the least bit irritated that he hadn’t alerted her to the fact that he was back in town. He didn’t usually give her a heads-up. Rather, he rolled back into Rebel, they spotted each other, and bam she showed up or he showed up, and they hooked up.
    It was no frills. Easy.
    â€œTonight’s episode is going to be super good,” Jenna went on, pulling her from her thoughts. “They’ve got these guys who make flour out of actual crickets. It’s supposed to be really healthy and I imagine there’s a market for it, but just the thought of biting into a strawberry-flavored cricket cupcake gives me the heebie-jeebies. What do you think?”
    â€œI think you’re going to have to record it and give me a rain check. I’m working on this new recipe and I might be out a little later than usual.”
    â€œLate as in an hour or two? Because Jason’s working until nine, so we’re doing an after-hours supper. I could hit the PAUSE button and wait for you.”
    Brandy glanced at the full oven ready and waiting for tomorrow morning. “I’m afraid I might be a while.”
    â€œWant me to swing by before Jason gets here and bring you some food?”
    â€œNo,” she blurted so fast that she startled herself. “I mean, I already ate a few leftover muffins to tide me over until I get home. Don’t worry about me. I’ll be fine. So what’s up with Callie? Did she call you about the dress?”
    â€œYes, and I’m scheduled for a fitting next week. Have you seen it?”
    â€œNo. She says it’s a surprise that we’re going to love.”
    â€œIt’s a bridesmaid’s dress. I seriously doubt there will be anything even close to love involved. You remember that last dress I wore in Katie Peterson’s wedding? Neon yellow, puffy sleeves, parasol to match. I swear I looked like a giant banana. Stop it, Jez.” Jenna said to the yapping dog in the background. “That’s my Dorito.”
    â€œI picked up doggy treats yesterday. They’re in the pantry.”
    â€œShe hates those, but give her a ranch-flavored Dorito and she’s all over it.”
    â€œShe’s spoiled.”
    â€œShe’s picky.”
    â€œShe’s you.”
    â€œOnly when it comes to men. Don’t work too hard, sis,” Jenna told her. “Gotta go. The show’s starting.” The line went dead and Brandy hit the OFF button.
    She reached for a towel and some cleaner and spent the next few minutes wiping down the cabinets as Luke Bryan drifted from the small iPod dock that sat in the corner, crooning about lost love and stripping it down and getting back to the way it used to be.
    And as much as she tried not to, she found herself thinking about Tyler. Wanting him.
    Wanting it , she reminded herself. She was only human, after all. A normal, red-blooded female with wants and needs.
    She turned, her body shifted, and her nipples rubbed against the lace of her bra. An ache shot through her and she caught her breath.
    Okay, so maybe she was a little