Clay & Lindsey would like to share an excerpt from their story. I hope you enjoy!
Outside The Lucky Draw, Lindsey slumped against the wall, laid a fluttering hand to her chest, and blew out a shaky breath. She’d almost pulled it off. For a while there, she thought she wouldn’t, and then she’d been so close.
If Tyler hadn’t interrupted, Clay Talbot would finally be hers. At least for the night.
According to gossip, Clay hardly ever came to town, and when he did, it was always a Friday or Saturday. And only for a drink or two, maybe a game of pool. He never left with anyone.
Lindsey didn’t doubt it for a minute. Clay was too careful.
The door swung open, and her breath caught as the man himself emerged alone. He scanned the parking lot for a moment, giving Lindsey time to take a deep breath and don her armor.
She wasn’t sexually aggressive by nature, but Clay didn’t do meek. Submissive, yes, but shy virgins weren’t on the menu. He’d been quick to tell her that six years ago. But she’d been young and, worse, a fool for believing she could seduce him in her newest sundress and bubblegum lip gloss.
Well, she wasn’t eighteen anymore, and when Lindsey had decided to come home and take over the business, besides the doctor’s orders for her father to reduce the stress on his heart, Clay Talbot had been at the top of her list of reasons why.
Damn, he was even more delicious than memory served. Under that straw cowboy hat, black hair curled over his collar and ears. A dark green and navy plaid western shirt stretched over broad shoulders and tapered to a trim waist. Dark indigo jeans hugged narrow hips and accentuated long, muscular legs. And God, the way they outlined the perfect curve of his ass—not to mention the package on the other side.
Lindsey stepped out of the shadows. “Did you make up your mind?”
At the sound of her voice, he turned and pinned her with those chocolate eyes that darkened to nearly black when lust had him in its grip. Like now. “Yep.”
His long legs covered the distance between them in two strides. He latched onto her wrist and pulled her with him as he kept going.
She risked a glance over her shoulder. “Isn’t Evan coming?”
“I’m sure he will by the end of the night. Just not with us.”
“Too bad. He looked like he’d play nice.”
“We don’t play nice. Ever.”
