Page 30 of Tangled Kisses
Piper’s gaze warms, and she gives a small nod. “I know.”
Without missing a beat, my sister’s attention swings back to the bouquet. “And now, back to these gorgeous flowers sitting on your desk. Care to explain?”
I groan. “Piper?—”
“Oh no, don’t try to dodge. You can’t tell me this is nothing.” She taps the petals like she’s making her case in court. “This has Griffin written all over it.”
“They’re my favorite flowers. He showed me a field of them yesterday on the grand tour, and I assume that’s where these came from. Not sure when he had time to pick them, though.”
Piper taps her chin thoughtfully as a sly smile tugs at her lips. “Griffin. I’m surprised, and yet, it makes total sense.”
“What does?”
“You two.”
“Us two what?” I shake my head because, no matter how delicious that idea sounds, it’s not a possibility. Not even a remote one. “Nothing is going on there.”
“Yet.”
“Piper, he’s off-limits, and it’s a hard limit. No dancing around that boundary.”
“I think you’re missing out.”
Likely missing out on so many things.
“I hear we have a new resident.” A woman’s voice carries from the doorway, dark and with a dangerous edge.
Cutting my gaze to the door, my breath catches in my throat.
Jesus, iseveryonestunning at Rockin’ Rodeo Ranch?
I smile and extend my hand, grateful for the interruption. “Good morning. I’m Reese, the new nurse.”
Her grip is firm, her nails digging ever so slightly into my skin. “Sabine.” Then she spies the flowers on my desk and clicks her tongue against her teeth. “Well, well, well, what do we have here?”
“Present from Griffin,” Piper interjects, a low giggle flitting past her lips.
“Really?” Sabine turns her gaze to me as she drags a maroon nail along the mason jar vase. “The man is such a hopeless flirt.Don’t read into it, Reese. It doesn’t mean anything. None of the women do.”
Sabine’s words pop my happiness like a balloon, the scraps scattering at my feet. My stomach plummets, but I force a smile as my nails bite into my palms.
I have two choices: argue her statement, which is utterly fruitless and pointless, or ignore her and stew about it later. Let’s go with option B.
Piper, however, isn’t willing to let the matter go. Planting her hands on her hips, she glares at Sabine. “I’ve never seen Griffin flirt with anyone.”
Sabine shrugs, studying her nails. “You don’t know him like I do.”
Oh boy, this conversation is taking a turn into dangerous waters, and I get the distinct impression I’ll be the one drowning soon.
“Dating him for two weeks doesn’t make you an expert.”
I bite back a groan. Of course, Sabine and Griffin dated.
Makes perfect sense.
Thisis Griffin’s type.
This luscious dessert that men lose their minds over. There’s no other way to describe Sabine. She is the quintessential voluptuous bombshell—big tits, big hair, wide hips, and no doubt a sexy as fuck ass if she ever turns around.
