more.”
Clint blew out his breath. “Look, like I said, we dated a few times, then she left to go somewhere in the Caribbean with friends and this is the first time I’ve seen or talked to her since.”
Lily didn’t think he was telling a lie, but she needed to be one hundred percent sure. “Clint, if you—”
“I don’t,” he interrupted. “Lil, she’s just some gal I hooked up with a few times. She means nothing, don’t you know that by now? I love you, Lil.”
“Me too. Let’s go home,” she replied and took his hand. “Then you can show me.”
“Now you’re talkin’ my kinda evening.”
She laughed and started for the truck, then remembered. “Wait! What about Cam?”
Clint stopped walking, turned and looked at the club with a sigh. “Shit. Okay. I’ll go get him. No, wait—” He pulled out his cell phone.
“Cam?” he yelled when a blare of noise came over the phone. “We’re leaving…What? What? Okay, later.”
He looked at Lily. “He’ll catch a ride home. Come on, I suddenly feel like a swim.”
Lily’s pulse spiked. She knew what Clint’s idea of a night swim was and it was for sure there would be nothing cool about it. She grinned and hurried alongside him to the truck.
Chapter Six
It had been two weeks since the call from Eddie and in that time there’d been no more fires. At least not the kind that burned down houses. Lily felt as if she was on fire more than half the time. Just looking at Clint was enough to ignite flames of lust.
She smiled to herself as she finished filling the last of the water troughs. Clint and Cam were rounding up the stock in preparation for the sale tomorrow. With luck, they’d show a good profit.
Lily headed into the stable to take a look at the stalls. She’d planned on cleaning them in the morning, but wanted to check on Skiddles, a mottled mare in foal. She was about to pop and feeling a little puckish. It seemed to ease her when Lily brushed and talked to her.
She had just reached the door to the tack room when she got a shock. Eddie stepped through the door.
“What the hell are you doing here?” she demanded.
“I need money.”
Lily laughed. “Well, you’re barking up the wrong tree. In case you’ve forgotten, thanks to you I don’t have any.”
“Lily, that fucker sent his goons after me. If I don’t come up with something there’s no telling what they’ll do to me.”
“Not my problem,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest.
“You’re such a fucking bitch. You’re my goddamn wife and you don’t care if those fuckers beat the shit outta me, break my legs?”
“Nope, don’t give one fat hoot.”
Eddie stormed over to her. “Well you better start giving a hoot, you cunt. You’re gonna get me that money. Or else.”
“Or else what?” Cam’s voice came from the door to the stable.
Lily saw Eddie’s eyes widen. She hurried over beside Cam. Cam took a step in front of her and addressed Eddie. “Get off my property.”
“I’m here to get my wife.”
“Don’t think so,” Cam disagreed. “Lily’s not going anywhere with you.”
“You got no right to keep a man’s wife from him.”
“I do.” Clint stepped from the tack room.
Lily watched Eddie jerk around toward Clint. Clint must have entered from the outside door to the tack room, she realized. That put Eddie in a pickle. His head was bonging from Cam to Clint like someone watching a tennis match.
She wished she could find it in herself to feel sorry for him, but the truth was, she was enjoying seeing him squirm.
“She’s my wife.” Eddie’s voice took on a whining tone.
“She’s mine.” Clint’s voice was low but carried a definite threat. “She’s getting a divorce and she doesn’t want anything to do with you. Now, you better get off our property.”
“You can’t keep me from her. She’s—”
Clint didn’t argue, he just pulled out his phone as Eddie protested. When he did speak, it was into the phone,