Page 17 of Found By You

It’s dangerous, this feeling.

And I’ve already become addicted.

Six.

Duke

Maci shimmies off her coat and tucks it in the backseat before slipping off her boots. She delicately folds her feet beneath her in the passenger seat, taking her hot tea between her hands and holding it close to her chest. “So, where to?” she says with a smile, blowing on her steaming drink in a way that does things to me I’m not proud of.

Focusing my attention on the road, I shift my thickening cock as subtly as I can. “We’ll be making the rounds first.”

“Rounds?”

I grin. “Snow plowing.”

“Ah, gotcha.”

I back out onto the road and head east. The jolt of a pothole jostles her drink in hand causing a few drops to fall on her pants. I chuckle when she swipes it with the sleeve of my sweater.

“There are napkins in the glovebox,” I tell her.

Her caught expression is both hilarious and adorable. “Sorry,” she says. “You probably don’t want me using it for clean-up purposes.”

“Use it however you want.” I grin. “I’m just letting you know.”

She smiles, taking a sip of her tea as we head toward the property.

My phone pings with a text and I tug it free from my coat pocket, handing it to her. “Can you check that for me?” I spare a glance in her direction and note her surprised expression.

She gingerly takes my phone, clearing her throat as she swipes the screen to open. “No password?” she asks under her breath.

I shrug. “Never needed one.”

Her gaze trails over me for a moment before refocusing on the screen. “It’s your mom. She said the plow fell off your dad’s truck, and she wants to know if you can come get her out of the driveway so she can go to the store while he messes with the hunk of junk.”

Of course, it did. “Tell her I’m heading to the property to plow for Levi to get up there, then I’ll swing by.”

She taps on the screen. “Is that spelled L-E-V-I, like the jeans?”

I chuckle at that. “Yeah.”

“I might be from Oklahoma, but I’ve never heard that one,” she muses, hitting send and setting the phone on the center console. “Who’s Levi?”

“One of my brothers.”

She raises a curious brow. “How many siblings do you have? You mentioned a Rhett earlier.”

“Well, let’s see…there’s my eldest brother, Butch. He’s the grumpy prick you saw outside the coffee shop,” I start as she laughs. “He owns Montgomery Logging. Been doing pretty well for himself the last few seasons. I’m the second oldest. Then there’s Beau, he’s a few years younger than me. He’s enlisted in the Army currently, and has two vacation cabin rentals on the mountain for extra income. And Rhett, he just turned thirty this year. He and Levi own and operate Montgomery Lumber & Construction together.”

“Wow, you’re all entrepreneurs,” she says. “Your parents must be proud.”

I snort. “Think there’s a difference between being an entrepreneur and not wanting to work for some other asshole.”

She giggles. “True.”

“And last we’ve got a younger sister, Lily. She’s twenty-five with a three-year-old son named Parker,” I add. “She’s living at home with our parents while she tries to get her modeling career started up again, or whatever—no one knows what the hell she’s doing half the time.”

“Four brothers and a sister. Oof.” Maci cringes. “Your mother must be a saint to raise six kids.”

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