the women he hung out with were party girls who often started out with a shooter. But Prissy wasn’t like the women he dated. And he supposed he should have known better.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
She nodded. “But I want to splash a little water on my face.”
Then she walked across the scarred hardwood floor. Was she staggering a bit?
Dang. Dealing with an emotional woman was bad enough. But one who was snockered, too?
She reached back and tugged at the hem of her blue cotton blouse, making sure it lay neatly against a shapely derriere. She was a pretty woman. And it would tickle the hell out of him to see what she’d do when her inhibitions had been peeled away by the fruit of the vine.
But then what?
She was a client. And vulnerable.
He threw back another swig of beer. No need to let this go any further.
She’d suffered a rough blow today. And he couldn’t very well leave her alone, not in the midst of those boxes she’d packed for the Salvation Army or with the memories of her father’s past, his secrets.
The late Clifford Epperson might have deceived her and her mother, but Priscilla had loved him. And his death no doubt still weighed heavily on her mind, on her spirit.
No, Cowboy thought. He couldn’t very well take her home and leave her locked up alone with her memories and the demons of the past.
Not overnight.
He glanced across the bar and spotted Priscilla returning.
Her steps were unsteady, and she listed to the left like a windblown ship on rough seas.
As she approached the table with her cheeks flushed, she flashed him a playful smile, then took her seat.
She leaned forward, a mischievous glimmer in her eyes. “I goofed.”
Конец ознакомительного фрагмента.
Текст предоставлен ООО «ЛитРес».
Прочитайте эту книгу целиком, купив полную легальную версию на ЛитРес.
Безопасно оплатить книгу можно банковской картой Visa, MasterCard, Maestro, со счета мобильного телефона, с платежного терминала, в салоне МТС или Связной, через PayPal, WebMoney, Яндекс.Деньги, QIWI Кошелек, бонусными картами или другим удобным Вам способом.
