Wilde Forever (Wilde Women Book 1) by Suzanne Halliday Read Free Book Online Page B

groaned. “How in the world do you even know about that?”
    He laughed. “Small town. Word gets back to me. Don’t try and change the subject, daughter. Get some help in there and start living your life.”
    It was hard to argue with a professor. The call ended on an affectionate note, but she still knew her father was on Team Nana where the will was concerned and it bugged the shit out of her. It also seemed like Dad was sending mixed messages by one minute supporting his mother’s insistence that Brynn marry in order to inherit the farm property and the next minute sending experts to help with a renovation that might end up being a waste of time and money. The call reminded her that she had suspicions her parents and grandmother were up to something, but she couldn’t even imagine what.
    Amy blathered on the rest of the day about the hot and sexy man in black until Brynn almost ripped her head off just to shut her up. In fact, she felt so completely frazzled and out of sorts that she’d even done a quick calendar check to see if she was in a hormonal phase. At least that would explain the wild thoughts and disturbing doubts that plagued her day.
    Wondering when Jax would appear and what she’d say to him when he did, Brynn glanced at her reflection in a window for the fiftieth time and grimaced. While she didn’t exactly look like hell, after a long, hard day’s work she wasn’t at her best and for reasons she didn’t want to dwell on, she wanted to put on a good show for her visitor. It was what she did when nerves or doubt got the better of her—simply slap on a smiling face, do the dog and pony routine, and as her little sister Charlie liked to say, fake it till you make it .
    Without a chance to get changed all she could really do was wash up, change her shoes, and shake her hair loose. Now, instead of looking like a harried baker, she looked like a harried soccer mom who needed a drink and a foot massage.
    She heard a truck pull up to the end of the walk and quickly looked out the big front window. It was past dusk and the bakery had closed over an hour ago so none of the bright shop lights were on. Hurrying to the door, she flipped the lock and opened it up, even standing in the doorway with her arm holding it open in welcome. Time to get this odd meeting over with so she could go back to the neat, orderly way she preferred her life.

    This time as he pulled off the road and drove along the short driveway to Brynn’s property, Jax took a little more time to take in the characteristics of the premises more thoroughly. With a well-established hedgerow lining the property and an abundance of tall, old tress—it was plainly evident that the buildings and land had been in use for a considerable length of time, most likely since the late eighteen hundreds. The thought was thrilling to Jax. There was almost nothing he appreciated more than late nineteenth and early twentieth century architecture.
    Well, maybe that isn’t entirely accurate , he thought drily. After his encounter with the sexy baker earlier, he’d done little else but think about her ass, the way it looked, and the fetching way it swayed when she walked. Try as he might to dial back the lascivious thoughts her backside conjured up, he’d instead found himself thinking about all the things he’d like to do to that particular piece of curvaceous architecture.
    “Damn,” he muttered while adjusting the front of his jeans when his dick twitched and hardened unmercifully. He was too fucking old to spike a thundering hard-on with so little provocation.
    Attempting to yank his wayward thoughts back into line, he tried thinking about anything except the lady’s butt only to end up with a detailed recollection of her tits under the clinging white t-shirt. Next to a decent ass, he also enjoyed a good pair of boobs. Especially if they were real, and hers were magnificent.
    Jesus Tap-Dancing Christ. What the hell was wrong with him? He wasn’t here