Trust In Love (A McCord Family Novel Book 2) by Amanda Siegrist Read Free Book Online Page A

steps as if she were eager to get away from him.
    Austin sighed as he watched her walk away. What he wouldn't have done to pull her into his arms when their fingers briefly touched. She was slowly becoming hard to resist. Everything about her ached inside him to find out more. He sensed there was a tremendous amount of secrets lying deep within her.
    He cursed softly when he heard his phone start to ring again. He slammed his door shut in frustration and raced to the kitchen, picking up the phone in a rush.
    "Hello." He paused as he listened to his brother give him a brief speech on wasting the morning and that he needed his help on a section of fence that went down in the north pasture.
    "Settle down, Zane. I'm on my way now. I was heading out the door just as you called." Austin hung up, grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, a granola bar from the cupboard, and left the house, trying not to catch a glimpse of Sophie before he left.
    He made it to the farm ten minutes later. He stepped out of his truck at the same time Zane walked out of the house.
    "So, was your evening enjoyable?" Zane asked, amused.
    "Yeah. Beer, a beautiful woman, what more can a man ask for?" Austin grinned.
    "Companionship, love, a deep relationship with a magical woman," Zane replied seriously.
    "Drop the love speech, Zane, please. I'm not in the mood."
    "Oh, hung over, are we? Sorry, let me get my 'I feel sorry for you' mood going for you. Wait, I can't, because your damn dog hogged the bed last night. No more sleepovers with Axel. I enjoy snuggling with my wife and I can't when I have to share the bed with that mongrel," Zane snapped.
    "Oh, someone didn't get any last night, did they? Well, I got enough for the both of us. You're welcome," Austin said, thinking it was true, but honestly still couldn't remember how the sex was last night. He would never drink to that extreme again. Not to mention, now that Sophie wasn't with him, his headache had come back full force.
    "Not funny, Austin. I'm serious. He goes home with you tonight," Zane said as he motioned for Austin to follow him to the barn.
    "Fine. I was going to anyway. I missed him. Where is he?" Austin asked as he looked around.
    "Ava went for a walk and took him with. She's falling in love with the damn thing and the next thing you know we're going to be buying a dog. It's all your fault. I don't want a dog. It'll probably be bad for the baby."
    "No, it won't, not if you get a good dog. You should get one. If Ava asks, you know you'll give in. You always give in to her."
    Zane abruptly stopped and glared at Austin. "Don't you dare say anything to her or encourage her to get a dog. You'll regret it."
    "What are you gonna do? Throw more pig shit at me?" Austin asked with a grin.
    "Worse. And I won't tell you what it is because the element of suspense will kill you."
    "Not scared, Zane. Never have been and never will be," Austin replied. "Hey, does that old push mower we have still work? I think it's in the red barn. We never use it since we bought the rider."
    "I imagine it does. It has been collecting dust, so I have no idea if it'll start. Why?"
    "I officially met my neighbor yesterday. We talked nicely for once and her name is Sophie. She knocked on my door this morning asking to borrow my lawn mower because her lawn mower is broken. I thought if it still worked, we could just give her that one. Mowers aren't cheap.
    "Really? You want to give your neighbor, who you haven't gotten along with until yesterday, our lawn mower. Just like that. In return for what? A romp in the sheets," Zane asked with a suspicious gleam in his eyes.
    "Geez, Zane. Is that how you really think of me? No! I'm just trying to be polite. It's sitting collecting dust and would finally get some use. She mentioned she doesn't have the money at the moment to buy a new one and—forget it," Austin said, irritably, walking around Zane, ignoring his questioning look.
    "I don't think of you like that. It was an honest