Kissin' Tell (Rough Riders #13)(27)

She slipped her lips down his chin, breaking the kiss. “We’d be more comfortable in my bed.”


“Of that there’s no doubt.”


“Is that a no?”


“For now.”


Georgia disentangled herself from his embrace and sat up. “Thanks for supper.”


“My pleasure.”


“I’ll see you tomorrow night sometime.”


Chapter Seven


Tell had sensed the change in the air when Georgia walked into the back room at Ziggy’s. His eyeballs had popped out like a cartoon character’s when he got a load of her outfit—a cleavage-baring black lace lingerie thingy topped with a sheer black blouse. Painted-on jeans that highlighted every juicy curve. Her inky-black hair was a hot mess, as if she’d just rolled out of bed. Her lips were glossy. And those eyes. God. Damn. Those eyes.


Georgia Hotchkiss was a f*cking goddess.


Georgia Hotchkiss was here for him.


And Tell immediately staked his claim. Wrapping one arm around her lower back, curling his other hand on the side of her head, bringing her mouth to his for a possessive kiss. A public kiss that no one would mistake as friendly.


His dick performed a happy, hopeful salute whenever Georgia was around, so he hoped his friends wouldn’t razz him about the tent in his jeans.


Throughout the game, his gaze kept zipping to her. She distracted him to the point he’d almost sent his last dart into the wall instead of the dartboard.


“Focus,” Tim hissed.


Right. It was freakin’ darts. But he also had the need to impress Georgia—and he hadn’t done squat this round.


When his turn rolled around again, he threw perfectly and broke the tie to win the third game.


His buddies clapped him on the back and offered to buy him a couple of beers, but he only had eyes for her.


“Hey, hot lips,” he said, pulling her to her feet.


“Hey yourself. Pretty impressive shooting at the end.”


Tell put his mouth on her ear. “Between you and me? These guys take darts way too seriously.”


“But you didn’t want to let them down.”


He inhaled and the scent of her hair filled his lungs. Lord, she smelled good. Like vanilla cupcakes. “No sense in doin’ something half-assed.”


Her sexy rasp of a laugh rolled over him.


“Come on. Hang out for a bit.”


His friends had left one chair at the crowded table. Which meant Georgia had to sit on his lap.


Tell made introductions. During a lull in the conversation, to which she’d contributed little, she whispered, “Why am I the only woman here?”


He shrugged. “It happens sometimes. Most the wives and girlfriends work. Why?”


“Because I don’t know anyone here and I shouldn’t have—”


“Georgia? Is that you?”


Someone knew her.


They turned and saw Eugene “Smitty” Smith. A fellow classmate who’d hung out with Deck and RJ’s crowd.


“It is you!” Smitty crowed.


“Hey, Smitty.”


“What you waiting for, girl? Gimme a hug.”


She hopped off Tell’s lap and let Smitty scoop her up and spin her around.


Tell drained his beer.


“I haven’t seen you in forever. You’re still looking like a million bucks.”


“Thanks, Smitty.”


“What’re you doin’ here? Not in this bar,” he clarified, “but in Wyoming?”


“I’m working in Sundance.”


“No shit? Huh. Don’t get over there much. Have you seen Deck?”


She dodged the question. “How’s Janice?”


“Fat and mean-mouthed. In other words, the same.”


“Didn’t you always say it takes one to know one?”


Smitty’s pseudo-friendly demeanor changed. “You seen Deck?” he repeated.


Georgia’s fake smile faltered. “No. Why would I have?”


“So you don’t know that him and Tara-Lee are havin’ a kid? They’ve been tryin’ for years.”


“You’d think it would’ve happened sooner beings they’d been practicing since I was married to Deck.”


Tell draped his arm over Georgia’s shoulder. “Smitty.”


Smitty’s gaze winged back and forth between them. “You gotta be kidding me. You two are together?”


“Yep.” He didn’t elaborate. Neither did Georgia.


And Smitty fidgeted in the silence.


“I gotta get. See ya around.” He scowled at Tell and lumbered off.


“Gee, if that’s a preview of how the reunion is gonna go, I’m thinking I’ll skip it.”


Tell pressed his lips to her temple. “Now why would you wanna do that? This is just startin’ to get interesting. You want another drink?”