Wealthy and Wanted - Alexa Riley Page 0,23

‘babe’?” she asks under her breath. “That’s Clay? You’ve been living with him?” she hisses, and I nod again. “Oh no, Dotty, did you do the nasty with him?”

“Kat!” I shout, because her voice got louder and louder with each question and Clay is standing on the porch fighting a laugh.

“Why don’t you girls come inside?” I don’t move, and Kat must feel my unease. Her eyes narrow on me for a moment as she searches my face.

She stomps towards Clay on a mission, and he puts his hand up in surrender. I try to grab her, but she’s always been quick.

“What did you do to her?” she shouts at him, and it makes me realize why Clay’s shouting never bothered me.

“I’m not sure she wants me to share that with you.”

“You hurt her.” She shoves her finger right into Clay’s chest, and I grab it and pull it down.

“I would never hurt her.” Clay looks down at me then takes my hand and pulls me into him. “Baby?” His eyes are full of worry. “Is something wrong? Tell me and I’ll fix it.” He sounds so sincere, but the perfume and the shower have me second-guessing. He wasn’t back when he said he would be, and doubt is playing with my mind.

“Oh no,” Kat says, and I turn to see Judge’s black truck coming down the long driveway with dust kicking up behind it. “Everyone inside.” Kat pushes at Clay, but he doesn't move. “Control your man,” she orders me.

I push Clay this time, and he goes. When we’re all in the house, Kat slams the door and shoots the bolt.

“Is someone going to tell me who the hell that is?” Neither of us says anything. “Guess I’ll go ask.”

“No!” we both say at the same time.

“Then somebody needs to fill me in here.” He crosses his arms, waiting.

“It’s Judge,” I say, knowing he’s going to find out anyway.

“Judge Russo?” he confirms.

“You know him?” That surprises me.

“We’ve met a few times over the years. I always thought he was a decent man.” That makes sense actually. They both own some of the biggest farms in our state.

“Well, that decent man, as you call him, is here to collect his bride,” Kat fills him in.

“Who?” he asks and stands up straighter.

“Me.” I whisper the word, but it might as well be a shout.

I thought I saw Clay angry before, but I was dead wrong.

Chapter Twelve

Clay

My spine snaps straight as I take a step toward the door.

“No wait, Clay, please,” Dotty pleads as I put my hand on the lock.

“Do you want to go with him?” I ask her point blank because I’m not one to play games. She looks up at me with pleading eyes and opens her mouth to speak but closes it and nibbles on her bottom lip. “The fact that you can’t say yes right away gives me my answer.” Not that I’d be able to let her, truth be told.

“It’s complicated,” she offers but doesn't go any further.

“That’s not enough to keep me from going out there and setting him straight.” I wait another moment, and she makes a whining sound in the back of her throat as she looks out the window anxiously.

Today went to hell the second I got that phone call this morning. I called the vet’s office and they sent out one of their doctors quickly, but little did I know their office girl Trixie came along for the ride with a bag of her bullshit.

When she came up behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist, I leaned into her, thinking Dotty had come out in the field to find me. But as soon as I got a whiff of that sickly perfume she wears, I practically tossed her off of me while I stumbled back. As soon as I got home, I had to shower and get the stink out of my nose.

That woman has got in her head that she’s going to get in my bed, and I don’t think I’ve ever said more than two words to her. She only sees my bank account and what I can give her. She doesn’t look at me the way Dotty does. She doesn’t hold a candle to my woman.

Mine.

“Dotty, go upstairs and get your ring,” I say in an even voice, and she looks down at her hand like she forgot it wasn’t on.

“Wait, you took your ring off?” her sister Kat asks as she follows Dotty’s eyes. “Why