But her skirt was just on the wrong side of too short, her top just on the wrong side of too clingy and way the wrong side of too much cle**age, her hair was massive and her sandals leaped over the boundary of acceptable straight into the land of slut shoes.
Looking at her, she didn’t work with Ty, no way. And she also didn’t work with the fake straight-arrow (seeing as he was a dirty cop) Colorado cowboy guy with his precise haircut, jeans that weren’t faded even a little bit and, clearly visible even through his clothes, a body fat count that stated he spent almost as much time at the gym as Ty. And I felt I could say this coming from Texas. I knew cowboys and I knew their women.
She was just a skanky, white ‘ho trying to be something else.
This made me feel way better. Of course, I still hated her and wanted to rush across the tarmac and rip her hair out. But Ty said I was class and beauty and now I knew why. Because, in comparison to Misty Keaton, I f**king was, top-to-toe.
I turned back to Ty, pressed deep and when I did, I got his eyes.
“Dude, I am way more that than her,” I informed him, he blinked then I felt his body start shaking.
“Think I already told you that, mama,” he replied in his soft voice that was better than his normal soft voice considering it was soft and amused.
Must be said, I was liking this mama thing.
I held his eyes and asked quietly, “You okay?”
He gave me a shallow chin dip of affirmative before answering, “Pullin’ out my .38 and gunnin’ ‘em down in broad daylight with witnesses kinda f**ks with my grand plan o’ vengeance.”
I started giggling and slid my arms from around his neck to rest them on the wide wall of his chest.
“Yeah, being present at the incident, I probably wouldn’t be very convincing as an alibi.”
His lips tipped up. “Probably not.”
I allowed myself to enjoy his small grin. Then I sighed.
Then I asked, “This the first time you’ve seen them?”
“Yep.”
“Sorry, honey,” I whispered.
“Gonna happen.”
“Right,” I muttered, my eyes sliding to his throat.
His arms gave me a squeeze and my eyes slid back.
“Got work to do. I’ll call The Rooster, text you with a time. You good with that?”
I smiled at him. “Way good, hubby.”
He shook his head once then dropped it to touch his mouth to mine.
Then he murmured, “Go. See you later.”
“Later,” I agreed then I slid my hand up to his neck and curled my fingers around, holding his eyes and giving him something I hoped would carry him through having those two even close to his space. “You’re far and away the most beautiful man I’ve met and it isn’t just that you have the looks and the body but it’s a whole lot more, Ty Walker.”
Then I got up on tiptoe, kissed his jaw and avoided his eyes as I pulled out of his arms by turning and moving away.
As I strolled to my car, I smiled at the two gray-blue coverall covered men, my eyes moved to Wood and I called, “Hey, Wood.”
“Lexie,” he said, jerked his chin up and smiled at me.
I walked by him and to the car, my eyes on Stella to see her head turned to the Keatons but her eyes slid to the side more than once. Detective Chace Keaton was talking to her. Misty Keaton’s head was shifting quickly back and forth and back again between Ty and me, she had sunglasses on so I couldn’t see her eyes but the rest of her face I didn’t get. Surprise, maybe. Hesitation, definitely. But also I detected fear.
I hoped I detected right. I wanted the bitch afraid. She deserved fear and lots of it.