His Southern Temptation (24 page)

“It was so sweet of the Burkes to send this to us.” She lifted the dome and did a little shimmy when she spied what was underneath. “Yum. Strawberries.” Taylor glanced over her bare shoulder, the wide grin splitting her face into equal parts girlish joy and invitation to sin. If he didn’t love her already, that one look would have made him fall. “Do you think they had a good time?”

“Hell, yeah they did. Especially Burke.” Lucky scrubbed a hand over his face as he remembered the drama that had unfolded just after the rehearsal dinner the night before. One of the high rollers in the casino had turned out to be none other than the elusive Sarah Morgan, and Burke had tackled her to the ground when she tried to beat feet out the door. She could have gone anywhere and she chose to go to Vegas—crazy. “It was kind of fun to see him sprawled on top of a woman for once.”

“I think everyone was having a good time,” Taylor said on a laugh.

“Especially Teague.” Lucky hadn’t seen Teague as hammered as he was tonight in a long time. The man had been under a ton of stress the last few months and was apparently auditioning for the position of poster boy for Vegas tourism. At the rate he was drinking he wouldn’t have to worry about Vegas rules, because he wouldn’t remember it anyway.

“No kidding. You think he’ll be okay?”

“Yeah, Jack and Beck have got him. He’ll be fine.”

Taylor popped the cork, laughter spilling out of her like the bubbles cascading out of the bottle. She poured two glasses, grabbed the plate of fruit and cheese from the tray, and scooted back onto the bed, laying the food out before them in an impromptu picnic.

Lucky toasted as they clinked their glasses together. “To my wife. I love you, Mrs. Landon.”

“I love you, Farmer Landon.”

Taylor leaned in and gave him a wet champagne-flavored kiss that he chased with his mouth as she tried to break it off. Laughing and breathless, Taylor placed her glass on the side table and broke off a bunch of grapes, alternately feeding one to Lucky and then to herself.

Lucky had never been a dreamer—he was a planner, a man who executed tasks, not one to build dreams in the sky. But if he had, then this evening would be one of them. To spend the first night of their married lives laughing and enjoying the pure, simple joy of just being together.

“So”—Taylor tossed him a sly look, her tone doing nothing to disguise the mischief so clearly on her mind—“you want to go down to the casino? See if you can live up to your nickname?”

Lucky leaned in close, nuzzling her neck, soft tender kisses trailing over her skin, the taste of Taylor a spice on his tongue and a sizzle down his spine. He nipped her earlobe, kissing away the sting.

“Baby, I already hit the jackpot. I’m the luckiest bastard in the world.”

Acknowledgments

Thank you to Patrick, my husband, who supports my love of writing romance and my dreams. To Rory and Fiona — your smiles make every day a joy.

To my editor, Alethea, thank you for answering all my crazy questions and suggestions with enthusiasm. This is only the beginning. You’re the best!

To Emmie Dark, Avery Flynn, and Kimberly Kincaid — the best critique partners a girl could ask for. I am so humbled to be part of your journey as well.

Special thanks to Michele Sharp for naming “Sissy’s Southern Style.” MBC rules!

And, to those fellow authors whom I’ve learned to lean on and count as friends over this journey—Robyn Carr, Carly Phillips, Hank Edwards—thanks for being a listening ear and a cheering section. And thanks for writing the books that keep me at the keyboard!

About the Author

Robin Covington, who the New York Times best-selling authors Robyn Carr and Carly Phillips said was their new “auto-buy author,” writes sizzling hot contemporary and paranormal romance. A Night of Southern Comfort, her best-selling debut, was nominated by RT Book Reviews for the 2012 Best Contemporary Romance from an Indie Press for bringing a “
fresh, modern feel to the genre while still sticking to the things that get our adrenaline pumping—sex and danger.”
When she’s not exploring the theme of fooling around and falling in love, she’s collecting tasty man candy, indulging in a little comic book geek love, and stalking Joe Manganiello.

Robin is a member of the Romance Writers of America and the Washington Romance Writers, a faculty member at Romance University, a member of the Waterworld Mermaids, a Goddess at The Naked Hero, and a contributor to the Happy Ever After blog at USA Today. You can find Robin on her website, Facebook, Pinterest, and Twitter (@RobinCovington).

• Chapter One
  
• Chapter Two
  
• Chapter Three
  
• Chapter Four
  
• Chapter Five
  
• Chapter Six
  
• Chapter Seven
  
• Chapter Eight
  
• Chapter Nine
  
• Chapter Ten
  
• Chapter Eleven
  
• Chapter Twelve
  
• Chapter Thirteen
  
• Chapter Fourteen
  
• Chapter Fifteen
  
• Chapter Sixteen
  
• Chapter Seventeen
  
• Chapter Eighteen
  
• Chapter Nineteen
  
• Chapter Twenty
  
• Chapter Twenty-One
  
• Chapter Twenty-Two
  
• Chapter Twenty-Three
  
• Chapter Twenty-Four
  
• Chapter Twenty-Five
  
• Chapter Twenty-Six
  
• Chapter Twenty-Seven
  
• Chapter Twenty-Eight
  
• Chapter Twenty-Nine
  
• Epilogue
  
• Acknowledgments