Updated: May 23
Can this curvy caregiver find love with an older rancher in need of help?
Family is everything.
So despite my father being a giant pain in the ass... I let him live with me.
But he needs more help than I have time to give.
Friends recommend I call the sweetest girl in Rugged Mountain.
Trouble is, this girl is more than sweet.
She's well read, curvy, drop dead gorgeous, and keeps me on my toes.
Holding back temptation is going to be harder than I thought.
My part time job at the library keeps me right where I like to be... in fantasy land.
My family says I need to get out of my head.
So, when my grandma pushes me to help a friend of hers up on the mountain, I feel the pull of obligation.
I'm not expecting to fit in.
But I do.
Maybe too well.
Holt is everything I've ever read about.
He's tall, dark, inked, and he's not the type of man you say no to.
Even if he were, I'm not sure I'd want to.
Dear readers, This is a super steamy, curvy, age gap romance. As always, this title comes with Khloe's 'Easy Escape Seal' a no cheating, no cliffhanger, HEA guarantee
Come back when you've finished the book to read the bonus epilogue below!
A few days have passed since I last spoke to Waylon, but I have three missed calls from him already this morning. It's not like the man to be so unsure of himself. Usually, he's the first to bark orders.
"Hey man, what's going on?" I take a sip of coffee, loosening the gravel in my throat from overnight.
"Sorry to bother you," he sucks in a deep breath and I hear the horses in the background clomping and huffing. "I'm all fucked up about this thing with Penny and I needed to get it off my chest. The horses aren't much help these days." He chuckles, but I hear the strain in his tone.
Fuck. I think I'd lose my mind if my best buddy told me he was interested in my daughter. I mean, on one hand... I'd know she were being taken care of. On the other... murder in the first degree is in order.
"Yeah, that's a tough one. Are you going to tell him?"
"Nothin' to tell," Waylon sighs, "I know I can't pursue anything with her. It's just a nagging feeling that becomes more and more uncontrollable every time we meet."
"Maybe stop meeting?" I know the statement is unfair, because if anyone had told me how to feel about Ann, I'd have ignored them whole heartedly and run toward what I felt was right.... eventually. I'm not sure I can be the guy to convince him of that sentiment though.
"You're right," he groans. "I need to get my fucking shit together." He sucks in a deep breath. "Thanks! That's what I needed to hear. " He disconnects the line and my stomach tightens.
"What's wrong?" Ann's sweet voice echoes in through the hallway, she's wearing one of my t-shirts, only panties beneath. It's my favorite look.
"Ah, I think I just fucked something up with Waylon."
Ann sits on my lap and rings her arm around my shoulders. Grinning, she says, "What now?"
Locking my fingers with hers, I suck in a deep breath, "I might have implied he should stop thinking about that girl... the one he keeps asking advice about."
She smacks me playfully on the chest, "Why would you go and do a thing like that? it's none of our business what he does."
"Well, I thought he wanted my honest opinion... and my honest opinion is that your best friends daughter is off limits. No question about it."
"Maybe," Ann looks out the window toward the newly built barn, then back at me. "But it's also kind of romantic."
I gasp and make a funny face, "Romantic? How so?"
That smile I love so much raises her cheeks. "Well, it's forbidden. They're not supposed to be in love so... when they finally get to be together... it's going to be so intense."
"Which is why it won't last. Stuff like that burns out fast."
She glares at me, "Technically, our love was forbidden too. I'm twenty years younger than you. You're my boss... nothing about this should've worked." Her lips meet my cheek. "But it did, and I can't imagine my life without you."
I know she's right.
"Call him back..." she prods, standing from my lap. "I have to get the baby up, it's getting late. I need her to take a nap today."
I pull her back onto my lap and grip her around the waist, kissing and sucking on the back of her neck. In a hushed tone, I whisper, "I think I'm going to need more kissing first.... "
Her lips press into mine without hesitation and we sit like that, holding each other in perfect suspension of time until the baby starts to fuss. Even then, we hold on just a little longer.
"Could you imagine if we didn't have this?" She whispers, inches away from my lips as she pushes a strand of hair from my face. "Call him back. He's a good guy."
I nod and watch as my girl walks down the hall toward the baby's room. I'm not sure how I ever got so lucky... but I know without a shadow of a doubt that Waylon deserves to feel this way too. Everyone does. Because loving the right person is like nothing else on earth.
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