Two Wild for Teacher: Lone Star Lovers, Book 6 by Delilah Devlin Read Free Book Online

She’d had her fling. Gotten her mojo back. Now she could move on to more important things, like enjoying her blessed solitude for the rest of the damn summer.
    So why did she suddenly feel like crying?
    No matter her internal arguments, Molly grieved. For one afternoon, she’d dreamed of having a different life, a different future. One where she was adored as more than a teacher. The way the men had treated her, like she was special, beautiful— incredibly desirable —had made her feel exactly that.
    Worse, as she’d drifted off to sleep, she’d remembered the fact that no one had bothered with a condom, and she’d been glad—deep inside, syrupy happy about the oversight. She’d been sure in her little dreamy bubble that she was pregnant. That a child rested inside her. One she could call her own and on whom she’d shower all the love and affection she’d been storing inside herself for years.
    “I’m so stupid,” she whispered aloud. But there was no use crying over something she’d never really had. Pushing back the sheet, she decided to shower and get to work before dusk fixing the mess the men had created in her backyard
    She’d do something practical, something to keep her mind off the delicious pleasures she’d enjoyed. If she worked really hard, then maybe she’d sleep so well she wouldn’t dream about two blue-eyed liars who’d made her feel more like a woman than she had in years.
    The shower was quick. She didn’t allow herself to linger over or touch any of the parts they’d left tender from their touches and thrusts. She dressed in comfortable slacks, a loose T-shirt, slid her glasses on and wrapped a rubber band around her hair to keep it off her neck, because it was still hot outside.
    When she stepped through the glass doors and onto her back porch, she drew in a deep, harsh breath. The muddy hole was gone—filled in and dirt tamped down—and so was the black pool liner.
    Anger rattled through her, making her shake. They couldn’t have left the hole, making it a bit easier for her to finish the job? And why had they felt the need to move the heavy liner?
    She walked around the side of the yard, to the spot where she’d left the liner originally, leaning against the garage—but it wasn’t there either. And it wasn’t inside the garage or in any other part of her yard.
    Sweating and getting angrier by the moment, she charged into her house, grabbed her purse and keys and slammed out again, determined to read them both the riot act about poaching other people’s property. “I ought to call the sheriff. Wouldn’t the Logan brothers like that?” But she wouldn’t, all too aware the family had had their share of courtrooms and trouble.
    No, she’d seek out Sam Logan, the patient and kind father who’d taken in a brood of hellions!
    Stomping on the gas, and wishing her little Scion had a little more oomph so she could leave a trail of rubber as she left her driveway, she pointed her car down the highway toward the Doubletree Ranch.
     
     
    The little blue Scion’s engine sounded like an overheated lawnmower as it bumped along the gravel drive to halt beside the house. Jason winced as the little car ground to a halt.
    “Think she drove in second gear the whole way here?” Sam Logan drawled from the porch where he’d taken a seat on the top step to watch the twins at work.
    “Looks like she’s so mad she forgot to change ’em,” Mace said, his voice even. He leaned on the shovel and tilted back his cowboy hat to get a better look.
    Jason threw down the bandanna he’d used to wipe sweat from his face and sauntered toward the little car. However, before he could reach for the handle to help her out, she shoved it open hard, hitting the side of his thigh. He grimaced, but forced a smile. “Hey, sugarplum. You get a nice nap?”
    It was the wrong thing to say.
    Molly’s face screwed up into a fearsome scowl as she flounced out of the vehicle. “You have something of