Must Be Doin' Somethin' Right [The Chisholms of Texas 3] (Siren Publishing Classic) Read Online Free

college. Abby knew her father was probably yelling at her from beyond the grave for her decision, but she didn’t regret it one bit.
    Abby felt Dillon’s presence the moment he entered Chaps & Spurs. Even if Kendra, one of Jessie Chisholm’s childhood friends who was a regular in their Friday night group, hadn’t been counting down the Chisholm brothers’ arrival at the club, she knew she would have sensed him come in. Man, he looked good enough to eat tonight. He was wearing his usual outfit of dark jeans and a concert T-shirt. The jeans were black and his T-shirt hugged every bulging muscle. She could see the ends of the tattoo that went down his biceps and past his elbows, and she felt her nipples harden while her pussy softened and grew damp.
    God, she really needed to get laid. She should not be lusting after her boss like this. It would bring nothing but trouble. So, when the man himself winked at her on his way to the stairs, she just sat there with her mouth hanging open. Her wits returned to her about the same time as his fine backside disappeared up the stairs. Shutting her mouth, she raised her beer to her lips and took a sip of the ice-cold brew, choking a little when it went down the wrong pipe.
    As the other women dragged her into their conversation, Abby found her thoughts diverted from Dillon and his unexpected wink. Kendra was complaining about the antics of her boss over the past week, and Emily was talking again about finding a full-time job.
    Emily, who went to high school with Jessie, worked part-time for her brothers over the past several years at their used-furniture store in town. She left Deseo for college in California and started a job in Los Angeles after graduation. However, several years ago she inexplicably returned to live in Deseo and started working for her brothers part-time.
    Her brothers, Cody and Cade, were very protective of her and kept the men in town from getting too close. Periodically, she got fed up with their interference in her personal life and threatened to strike out on her own. Abby didn’t think she would ever really do it, but she had fun talking about it and her friends always listened to her patiently. There was a sadness surrounding Emily that nobody seemed to be able to penetrate. Abby didn’t think even Jessie, Emily’s best friend, knew exactly what had caused her to return home with so little explanation.
    At 8:00 p.m. the DJ started the first set and the men that were already milling around the women’s table laid claim to several of them for the first dance. Jaime Hernandez asked Abby before anyone else had a chance. Abby really liked Jaime. He was tall, dark, and handsome and had always acted like a gentleman around her. They danced a couple of dances and he got her agreement to dance with him later in the evening. Abby didn’t slow dance with any of the men at the club. For the past two years, she hadn’t wanted to give anyone the impression she was looking for more than a few dances and she didn’t want to be accused of leading anyone on. Maybe it was time to change things up.
    The waitress was taking orders when Abby returned to the table and ordered another beer. Several good-looking cowboys hung out at the table talking and flirting with the women. Abby danced with several other men before she saw Dillon come down the stairs from where the pool tables were located.
    Abby saw Dillon look over at the direction of their table, and his eyes rested on her as she flirted with two cowboys she had seen in the club the past several weeks named Deke and Mark. They were new to the area and were working out at the Ranch. Most of the cowboys who frequented Chaps & Spurs worked at the Ranch, but people came to the club from as far away as Corpus Christi, a little more than an hour away.
    Abby felt her senses go on high alert as Dillon made his way to her as she sat at the table. The chair next to her was empty and she looked on in astonishment as he cut through