Page 39 of The Wrangler Takes a Wife

“Either way, he should have kept his hands to himself.”

“Did you have to make him pass out?”

“Yeah, he had his hands on my wife.”

Fletcher murmured as he came to. Chase watched on with a bored expression. Amara offered the supplier a seat. “Are you okay?”

“Yea. What happened?”

“You passed out,” Amara explained. “What are you doing here?”

Fletcher looked around. His eyes landed on Chase, who was leaning against the desk with his arms crossed over his chest. “Who is he?”

“Her husband. She asked what you are doing here?” Chase was feeling far from patient.

“Shit, I had no idea.” Fletcher rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m sorry about before.” He got to his feet but stumbled.

“Please sit. I’ll get you something to drink.” Amara turned to her husband. “I’ll be right back.” Her eyes pleaded with Chase to be on his best behaviour.

Fuck that!Chase did nothing to ease the discomfort Fletcher felt. Instead, Chase’s physical presence only added to it; he stood nearby, exuding an air of authority and dominance.The steady and unwavering gaze Chase maintained only added to the tension. It was apparent Fletcher felt the weight of Chase’s scrutiny. The tension in the room was palpable, making Fletcher shift uncomfortably in his seat.

Eventually Fletcher became so uncomfortable, he apologised again. “I should have called before I came to visit.”

“You think?” Chase quipped.

Amara returned with a bottle of water and offered it to Fletcher. He took the bottle and a long swig of the drink.

“I thought you quit working for the supply company.”

“Um. Shit. Totally embarrassing. I did. I stopped by to see you.” While he spoke, he looked down at the floor. He got to his feet as Chase cleared his throat. “I’m going to head out.” Despite recently being incapacitated, he hurried. “Bye,” Fletcher called as he walked out the door.

Amara closed it behind, then moved to stand beside Chase. “That was awkward.”

“Yup.”

She nudged him with her shoulder. “Are you okay?”

Chase unfolded his arms, allowing them to drop to his sides. She had asked if he was okay, but he had a feeling she really meant if they were okay. “I’m fine,” he answered, pulling her, so she stood between his open legs. He continued, “also we are good.” Chase kissed her like he had been wanting to do all day. Slow and thoroughly.

“Happy seven-month anniversary, Sweet Darling.” Chase winked at her as she rolled her eyes. She returned his smile.

“Ready to head home so we can celebrate?” He asked.

“If I must.”

“Or we can celebrate here. But you know how loud you get.”

“Wrangler. Oh, my God,” she squeaked.

Chase chuckled. “See, just like that.”

Chapter Fifteen

Amara

The smell of bison pot pie and rolls filled the house. Amara was snuggled up in the armchair, reading a romance novel. Or as Chase called them ‘porn literature’. He’d been a dog with a bone, wanting to know what she was reading. Finally, she had told him.

“You mean like Fabio’s books?”

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