Page 17 of Forever C*cky

She knocks again. “Falcon, can I open up? Are you decent?”

Standing, I cross the room and pull the door open. She looks at me and I see her eyes crinkle as she smiles at me. “You still angry?”

Am I?

I shake my head and sigh as I rub the back of my neck. I feel the dried sweat and grime from the day and cringe because I laid on my bed. I’m going to need to dust off the quilt before bed. I grimace back at her and shake my head. “I ain’t mad. I was just shocked to find y’all in that room… and, thenthat womanruffled my feathers by saying all that crazy mess she was screaming…” I look at momma sheepishly. “As if I would be watching her undress like some peeping Tom…

“Sorry things got a little crazy. For a second, I forgot you were in the room.”

She laughs and her eyes light up as her lips curve into a smile. “Oh, it’s alright.” Her hand comes out to cup my cheek and I remember all the times she did it when I was a child. “I know how to handle my boys. I’ve had a lot of practice.” She smirks again. “Besides, your bark is way worse than your bite.” She pats my check and drops her hand. “I was quite enthralled with the show you two put on. For two people who are at each other like snarling dogs and loudly proclaim how uninterested you both are… you both certainly seem affected…”

I chuckle and shake my head. “You can stop with that shit. That is not going to happen. I’m as Texas as Texas gets and I don’t think she can point to the state on a map unless it has a Neiman Marcus.”

She laughs again. “If you say so… maybe I can just see clearer than you can.”

Not this time, Momma. You couldn’t be more wrong.

She turns back to the hall and calls over her shoulder. “That shower is a good idea. Better hop to it. You know I don’t like dirt at my dinner table and I’m not holding dinner for you.” Her voice echoes down the hall as she says, “If you wait too long, all the really good stuff will be gone…”

I call after her as I start to unbutton my shirt and head to my bathroom, “Oh, I’m not missing the good stuff.”

Her delighted laugh follows me into the bathroom and I groan as I realize that she wasn’t only talking about dinner.

Well played, Momma. Well played.

Not happening, but good try.

The warm water beats down on my head and over my shoulders, washing the day away, and my mind goes back to the instant I saw Eliza looking like every teenage boys wet dream in a pair of real jeans…

Thankfully the water washes my words away as I utter them out loud. “That woman can certainly fill out a pair of jeans… Good lord…”

I lied. Eliza McCormick in a pair of Wranglers certainly peaked my interest…

I am NOT acting on it though. That would be straight ate up with the dumbass.

Just gotta get through these two weeks and send her delectable ass back to Los Angeles…

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