ONCE IN A BLUE MOON (BLUEBONNET, TEXAS Book 2) (18 page)

"She’s married," Tara replied from behind me.

Big mouth.

"What?" He looked me over, a huge grin shaving ten years off his tanned, stern-looking face. "You’re lyin’."

I nodded, my frozen smile turning more genuine.

"I had no clue?"

I shrugged.

"She’s—"

I turned and scowled at Tara, grateful the reception area was currently empty. "Shut up, Tara."

Jeff barked with laughter and wrapped an arm around me. "Congratulations! Now, gimme a beer and fill me in on how I lost my favorite lady."

Despite his flirting, nothing had ever gone on between us.

Rule Number Twelve:
Never Mix Business With Pleasure.
When I’d moved into my new digs four years ago, Jeff had designed them for me.

We headed for the shampoo bowls, then my room where Cassi waited with his beer. Heineken, in the bottle. While I snipped and Cassi drooled, Jeff peppered me with questions. It was almost like having a big brother to laugh and tease me.

"I can’t believe you let some cowboy knock you up. What the hell were you thinking, honey?"

"Gee thanks." I scowled at him in the mirror.

How the hell could I explain to Jeff...what I didn’t understand myself?

Chapter Sixteen

ALL DRESSED UP...

Knocked up? Some cowboy? Honey?
Ty stood outside the door to Bettina’s room, a dozen pink and purple roses clutched in his hand. He hadn’t meant to listen, but the conversation was hard to ignore.

"Jeff, if you don’t stop, I’m gonna snip that ear off," Betti threatened.

"I’m just trying to picture you married to a...cowboy."

Why had he picked tonight to dress up? Because he’d wanted to spark a little with his wife. His usual dancehall wear consisted of jeans and a t-shirt, topped off with a ball cap. Tonight he’d gone all out, dug out his black Stetson, ironed his jeans, and put on the fancy shirt Jessa had gotten him for his birthday—a snazzy green affair with pearl snaps. Too late to change now.

"Gee thanks." Bettina again, and he could hear Cassi giggling.

A pretty black woman with intricate braids eyed him as she walked past, leading another woman from the shampoo area to the room next door to Bettina’s.

He looked down at the roses in his hands. Maybe he should just give them to Tara.

"Aw now, honey—"

Oh, now that was enough.
A surge of jealousy pushed him to step through the doorway. "Honey."

"Honey" watched him through the mirror, biting her lip and blinking in obvious surprise. From behind her, Cassi choked on her laughter. Bettina slowly turned around, her lip still caught between her teeth.

Was she checking him out?

"Is that him?" the man in her chair asked.

Ty checked
him
out through the mirror. "Jeff" reminded Ty of Tim and not just because he was dark. His attitude was pure lady-killer. He was a man who worked hard and played harder. But how well did he know Ty’s wife? For that matter how well did Ty know his wife?

Her breathless little hi, the shy smile on her pretty face both reminded him why. He’d made a commitment and this wasn’t the time for doubts. Besides, he’d missed her.

"Are you busy?" He glanced from her to Jeff, aware of a thorn on the roses digging into his left index finger.

 "Just Jeff and then I’m done." She stood staring at him wide-eyed, her eyes flickering from his face to the roses.

Cassi snorted, muttering, "Just Jeff." But was she teasing Jeff or him?

Bettina wasn’t usually one for nerves. But she seemed to have a good case of ‘em.

"Well introduce us, honey." The man in her chair gave her a nudge.

His jaw tightened at the other man’s familiarity. If "Jeff" called his wife honey one more time, Ty was leaving. Bettina stammered through their introductions while Ty stood there feeling like a caveman. He wanted to snatch her up, beat on his chest and shout, "Mine!"

"Ty," a perky voice behind him squeaked. Tara. Who had the biggest, cheesiest grin on her face. "Would you like me to put those in some water for you?"

Before he could hand them over, Bettina stepped up, that tiny smile still on her face. Her cheeks were all pink, but he couldn’t read the expression on her face as he handed her the roses. The roses he’d spent three hours on the phone to find and driven to the other side of San Antonio for. Lavender roses apparently weren’t all that common.

Cassi snorted, then Jeff teased
her
. "You better behave over there, little Cassi girl," Jeff quipped. "Maybe someday I’ll bring you roses."

Ty tuned them out, watching Bettina clutch the roses to her chest and bury her face in them. Despite his jealousy over Jeff, his heart swelled till he thought it might burst at the soft expression on his wife’s face. He fought the urge to reach up and rub his stinging eyes when she stepped closer and whispered, "They’re beautiful."

She slowly handed them over to Tara who kept smiling and blinking at him. They were just roses. Sure they’d been hard to find, but you’d have thought he’d brought her the Hope Diamond.

He swallowed, trying to think of something to say. Wishing they didn’t have an audience. Wondering why his insides were all jittery.

"I don’t wanna keep you. I just...wanted to bring those by. Since I hadn’t seen you."

"Why don’t you grab a beer and stay a while?" Jeff asked. He acted like he owned the place. And maybe he did. Maybe that’s why Bettina let him get away with calling her honey. Not that Ty appreciated it.

"Thanks, but I’ve got to run." He put on his best manners, deciding it was time to make himself scarce. He didn’t want to be the cause of Bettina losing her job.

"You can stay, if you’d like." Bettina smiled up at him, her hands behind her back, head tilted to the side and that same soft look still in her eyes.

"I was just leaving." Cassi wormed past them and marched out, slamming the door across the hall so hard Ty blinked.

Jeff grinned at him in the mirror, holding out his hands as if to say "women".

"I need to get to the dancehall." A part of him didn’t want to leave her alone with Jeff.

"I’ll walk you out."

"That’s not necessary." The rest of him wanted to throw her over his shoulder and high tail it out of there. Ty glanced at Jeff again who just shrugged.
Asshole
.

"I insist."

"Finish your haircut." Jeff might be her boss, but Ty was her husband. He leaned down and kissed her cheek, wanting nothing more than to nuzzle her neck and pull her against him. "See you when I get home."

* * *

Out in the truck he shoved the key in the ignition and started it up. While the truck warmed up he tried to figure out what had bothered him so bad about Jeff.

With a groan he snapped his seatbelt.

He was jealous.

He’d missed her. And 3:00 a.m. was such a long damn ways away. So much for asking her to dinner.

Ty was so used to leaving Bettina sleeping, he’d woken up this morning feeling lost without her there beside him. Well, lost and a little sexually frustrated. He’d also woken up with a full blown hard-on. They hadn’t had sex since Wednesday night. Really early Thursday morning, before he’d gone out to work with daddy and the hired hands.

He felt like a sex fiend but he also missed her and the easy feeling that she left him with deep down in his chest.

He’s taken off early, hoping they could at least have dinner together before he had to play. Instead, it looked like he’d be eating alone.

Ty stopped at the sandwich shop across the highway from the dancehall and grabbed a bite to eat. Only to come to a screeching halt at the sight of Rhea sitting on his tailgate.

How the hell could she breathe in those tight-ass jeans?

His grip on the cup of Dr. Pepper in his hands tightened. He forced himself to relax or he’d end up with sticky soda all over himself. And if he were late getting to the dancehall, Rowdy and Zack would give him hell.

"My, my, my, Mr. Boudreaux look at you." For once her hair was halfway tame and most...some of her assets were hidden beneath a denim jacket that looked suspiciously like one of his that had gone missing after she left.

"What do you want?" His stomach jumped, the turkey and Swiss sandwich he’d eaten sitting heavy in his stomach
. Slow and easy, buddy.

"Now is that any way to greet your wife?" She slid off the tailgate, a pout on her too-red lips, her hands on her slender hips, pushing the coat back. She knew her nipples, covered but not hidden by her pink thermal shirt, were loudly protesting the cold.

"You’re not my wife." He grinned but didn’t elaborate. Or laugh. What she didn’t know suited him just fine.

But he screwed up. She now stood between him and the door of his truck. Only inches separated them.

"What are you all dressed up for?" She flicked open his coat, sidled closer and gently squeezed his sides.

He wouldn’t flinch. He kept his eyes on her face, refusing to look down at the breasts barely an inch from his own chest.

He knew this act. The pursed lips, the smile, the touching. She wanted something.

"It’s Saturday." Ty forced himself to keep breathing slow and steady, deathly afraid she’s move closer and mark him with her scent. Or hear how loud his heart was pounding.

"You look good enough to eat," was followed by what would have been a sexy purr on any other woman. On Rhea, he wasn’t sure what it qualified as.

Time to cut bait and get the hell away from her.

"But I suck in bed, remember? Unlike your pal, Billy." Was that a flinch or just the cold wind? Maybe he shouldn’t have taken that potshot. Bitter and angry were her MO, not his. He just wanted to be left the hell alone to get on with his life, with his wife. His
real
wife. "What do you want, Rhea?" He frowned down at her, not surprised when she moved away, a hurt expression on her face.

"I just wanted to say hey, but if you’re gonna be all nasty and shitty—you know, I don’t see any reason we can’t get along. Be friends. Act like adults."

Her pouting only made him tired.

"Gotta run." He shoved past her and climbed in his truck, thankful he hadn’t locked it. Thankful he hadn’t found her
in
his truck.

He started it up and backed out, feeling strangely sad when she just stood there watching him.

Chapter Seventeen

KILLING TIME

What just happened?

"Honey." At first I’d thought my room had developed an echo.

Nope. My husband had come calling.

What happened to all the oxygen in here?
I smiled at Ty through the mirror, my arms suddenly numb as I got a good look at him. Lordy, he was so handsome. And that black Stetson hat was just the cherry on my sundae.

It wasn’t just the fact he looked good but the bouquet of pale pink and lavender roses he held out to me that left me feeling weak. Weak, hell, I was practically giddy.

Oh Gawd, had he hear Jeff’s cowboy comment? And what happened to my brain?
I think someone hit the pause switch.

I jabbed Jeff in the arm with the pinky grip of my scissors, hoping he’d take the hint and behave himself but it didn’t look good. Motor Mouth kept calling me honey. His days were numbered. Next time he came in for a haircut, I was charging him double.

Jeff=Irreverent.

Ty had brought me roses.

Which I reluctantly handed over to a gushing Tara. Ty didn’t know it but he’d gotten in her good graces for life.

And mine.

My Mustang for a magic wand.
I’d ‘poof’ us someplace quiet where I could thank him properly for the roses.

While I stood there with a stupid smile on my face, daydreaming about the almost infinite number of ways to thank him, things around me rapidly grew worse. Ty couldn’t seem to keep his eyes off Jeff, then Cassi got sassy, and suddenly Ty was gone.  

"I see ass-kissing in my future," I mumbled after the sound of Ty’s boots faded away.

I closed the door and leaned against it, my eyes on the roses he’d brought me. I’d gotten flowers before, but no man had ever brought me such beautiful roses. The lavender ones were the most delicate things I’d ever seen in my life, and I couldn’t imagine how much trouble he’d got through to find them.

"What was that all about?" The deep rumble of Jeff’s voice finally got my attention.

"He was jealous." With a deep breath, I tucked some stray curls behind my ears and retrieved my scissors and comb. There was nothing I could do about it now except finish Jeff’s haircut. I spun him around to face the mirror, meeting his frown with one of my own. "What? I have to finish your hair."

"What about...him? You don’t have to finish my haircut if you want to go call him, or something."

"The hell I don’t! No way are you wandering around San Antonio telling people I cut your hair with it only half done. You’d ruin me inside of a week."

"Can I do anything?"

"Hush so I can finish your hair! Then I’ve got to go face my husband in the lion’s den."

"Lion’s den?"

"Yeah, the Bluebonnet Dancehall."

He didn’t speak for the last few minutes of snipping and drying, not until I yanked the cape off him.  "Must be one hell of a man to make you so quiet."

"Bet your ass, he’s a hell of a man. And I don’t care if he is ‘just a cowboy.’ He’s
my
cowboy, damnit!" I stood there, arms crossed, glaring at him in the mirror.

"He’s a lucky man." He spun the chair around and smiled up at me. "I didn’t mean it like that. Hell, you’re practically a kissin’ cousin, honey."

With a snort of laughter, I dropped into the chair Cassi had vacated earlier. "I’m open to suggestions, Cuz."

"We uh, we have our pride and we tend to be a bit territorial about our women. It’s the caveman in us. Do something disgustingly sweet and kiss his ass, just like we have to do you guys when we fuck up."

I laughed. "Jeff! I didn’t fuck up.
You
called me honey! Speaking of kissing," I drawled, changing gears. "Have you thought anymore about—"