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[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] Miss Pennyflower had scooted inside to get dressed and Janet would be going to jail for a long time. Beckett accepted the sheriff's offer of a ride. Luckily he missed seeing Evie as they drove to his Jeep and then they shook hands. Beckett watched the sheriff leave as he sat in his Jeep, and then he looked back up the road at the ranch house. He couldn't go back there. He shouldn't. It was all out in the open now and neither of them could hide from it. Beckett turned the ignition on the Jeep as he took one last look at the ranch house. Evie would be waiting for him ready to thank him for saving her. She'd be full of kisses and hugs, probably leaning heavily toward more heated embraces. And that was the problem of his own making, he admitted freely. Angry, he popped the clutch into first gear and headed for the highway. He wasn't sure where he was going, and he wasn't a drinking man, but maybe it was time to start. Chapter Fifteen The hardest part, Evie reflected on that evening around midnight, had been finding a ride into town because Beckett's trail had not been hard to follow. And the reason it wasn't hard to find out where he'd gone and what he'd been doing, had her silently fuming. All right, she was just plain angry. First he hadn't said a word. He'd just left! She didn't know where he'd gone or if he was coming back. Luckily, he hadn't gone any further than Pine Grove. But then what really made her steamed was the fact that it was Friday night, and any one of the women patrons of Frank's Tavern could tell about the bare-chested hunk of a man who'd been in the tavern earlier. All night, at that! Yet what really made her seethe was the description of the two buxom blonds that Beckett was reported to have stumbled out of the tavern with. It was anyone's guess who the women were, just two passers-by going through town. Now Evie stood in front of the town's small six-room motel beside Beckett's Jeep just glaring at the door she knew he had to be behind. At least they had gone to the motel, she thought furiously, so she could find him and . . . ! She didn't know what she would do but if he was in there with two blonds she was going to be livid! And really hurt. She decided that she wasn't even going to knock, she and Beckett had a history together. She had a right, didn't she? Besides she was too scared and angry to think clearly about being right or wrong at the moment. She didn't know what she would have done if the door had been locked but it sprang open at her shove. It hadn't even been latched. "Oh my" Evie exclaimed taking in the sight that filled her gaze as she looked into the small motel room. It was Beckett, or more precisely it was Beckett's very naked behind. He was sprawled on a king-size bed with his jeans strangely still on and hanging around the top of his boots, which were also strangely still on. His boxer shorts were blue satin. Wow! They were hooked on his knees as he lay on his side leaving her with a spectacular view of his tight muscular buttocks. He appeared to be asleep. Near unconscious. And unless the two buxom blonds were in the shower? He could be alone. "Beckett," she whispered, peeking into every corner of the small room to verify that Beckett was as alone as he appeared to be. Then she inched her way into the room noticing that the entire room smelled like whiskey. "Beckett," she hissed again in a low whisper, but he didn't move at all. Evie scooted further into the room to peek into the bathroom and saw that it was empty. The whiskey fumes were stronger as she passed Beckett and she concluded that he wasn't injured at all. He was just passed out drunk! The details of what must have happened worked slowly through her thoughts as she returned to the door and she shut it. She would be willing to bet that Beckett's money and wallet were gone. He'd been duped and robbed in his obvious drunken state and now . . . ? "A kind person would wake him up," she muttered as she circled him, slowly eyeing his muscular backside. Only she wasn't feeling very kind, she was still extremely angry. How could he leave her like that? How could he pick up two blonds? It did nothing for her sense of justice that he could have been robbed, left virtually defenseless, so anyone could . . . ? "Oh, I couldn't," she exclaimed noticing the sifting of light brown hair covering the curves of Beckett's flanks. The sinewy hanks of his buttocks looked nearly tender along the under curves, she thought, and the way he was sprawled onto his side, arched the small of his back making his buttocks appear rounder than normal. She just happened to notice his belt hanging in the waistband of his jeans [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |