Uncut by Betty Womack Read Free Book Online

her tote bag.
    He didn’t open his eyes but didn’t miss the chance to butt into her privacy again. “A letter home?”
    Stuffing the paper back in the tote, Lana grimaced. “It’s important to me to keep in touch with my father.” She remembered his snide comment about her father having great influence on her being in the FBI. “Does your mother know if you’re alive or dead?”
    “She knows and is glad to get me out of her hair.” His hand covered hers. “You’re worried about me, aren’t you?”
    “What on earth makes you think that?” She pulled her hand from his.
    “Every woman worries about the man in her life.”
    She had no comeback for that. Anything she said would be used against her. “Go to sleep.”
    * * * *
    His mother worried about him constantly. Sam spent every possible free moment at home just to reassure her he could handle his life. Such as it had become. His father had passed away several years earlier, and his mother clung to her children like glue. Thankfully, his youngest brother stayed at home to oversee the workings of the ranch. Plus, he’d married and had several kids to keep their grandma happy.
    The other two were deep in the military and loved it. A major and a lieutenant. He exhaled roughly, knowing they had no idea when they’d come home. Or even if they’d come home. They were the reason he’d given serious thought to re-enlisting.
    Sam observed Lana while she resumed her letter writing. She had beautiful hands, slender but strong. She’d used them on his body, keeping him up and ready to climax between the wild and mind-blowing sex interludes. He shifted in his seat, hard as steel and throbbing with the memory.
    Damn, he wanted her.
    “Something wrong, Horn?” Miss Innocent gazed at him with her violet eyes and drove him crazy as she licked her lips.
    “Nothing you’d be interested in, Pearly.”
    “You can tell me.” She sounded concerned.
    “I have a stiff one, Pearly.” He couldn’t believe she’d smirked, but hell yes, there it came again. “You know that happens to men on average about every twenty minutes.”
    “You have to know I don’t care.” She gave him her shoulder and resumed her letter. “I’m busy. Handle it.”
    * * * *
    Sam hadn’t told Pearly much about his life. She would be bored, and he’d probably lie some. This damn job made it easy to lie and kill when he had to. And pick up women.
    What would his delectable partner say if she knew he’d not been looking for a chick the night they’d met? But Lord help him, he had to have her at first sight. After that, the date he’d previously made completely escaped his mind. It had to be Pearly or nothing. No one could have been more surprised than him when she decided to take him on. It had been a stroke of luck finding an empty suite left unlocked by a careless employee. They were going back there the minute this job ended.
    He knew why she ran out on him. Her pride went all the way through her. Now, she fought him tooth and nail to prove she wasn’t easy or undisciplined. Hell, he sure wouldn’t win any prizes for that. She carefully folded the sheet of paper and slid it into an envelope, glancing at him as if he were snooping.
    “Sorry, Pearly.” He forced his thoughts back to the present. “I didn’t see a thing.”
    “It wouldn’t matter, Horn.” Her pink tongue licked the flap of the envelope, and she made a face. “Just the same old drivel I write every week.”
    “Did you tell your parents about me?” Sam had never known her to evade a subject, and she unloaded on him.
    “My father simply wants to keep a check on me, Horn.” She tossed the letter into her tote. “I hardly remember my mother. I have no siblings. We have a monster-sized home in Connecticut.” She scowled at him. “My father is rich, the upper crust. Anything else you want to know?”
    Thoroughly put in his place, Sam shook his head. “That’ll do for now.”
    “Good. Now, answer your phone