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

Just wondering what was going on with you. Why you’re acting so weird.”
    “I’m not acting weird, Abby. I’m just acting different than I used to around you. Better get used to it. Did you get moved into your new apartment all right?” he asked as he leaned into her so that his lips were next to her ear. The loud music prevented them from being able to speak quietly and privately. The moist heat of his breath on her neck caused a shiver to skitter down her spine.
    “Yes,” she replied with a nod of her head. “All moved in.” She’d learned to hold her own with this man on the job, but her voice still trembled and stumbled when they talked outside of work. Not that they did that very much. Dillon was very careful to keep his distance since that disastrous night she jumped into his arms after they birthed the colt with the Ranch’s prize mare, Razzle Dazzle, pulling the colt out of the mare and saving both horses’ lives. At least, he had been until tonight.
    “Good. I need to talk to you a bit more privately, Abby. Let’s go to your apartment where it’s more quiet.” He spoke in her ear again causing another shiver to run down her spine and lodge into the base.
    His words sounded to her like an order and she instinctively bristled. “Can’t this wait until Monday, Dillon? I’m not on the clock now.”
    “No, Abby, this isn’t about work. This is something personal. I need to talk to you alone. Let’s go to your apartment so we can discuss this privately,” he reiterated as he stood up and held his hand out to her to help her up, obviously expecting her to go along with whatever he wanted. She was in deep shit.
    Although put off by his presumptive tone, Abby was also curious. She nodded her head and put her hand in his. When skin met skin, it was like a jolt of electricity crawled up her arm, slammed through her body, and went straight to her clit. What could he possibly want to talk to her about that wasn’t work related? Did she want to talk to him about anything that wasn’t work related? She didn’t really know.
    She’d had the hots for Dillon since the interview for the clinical internship at the Ranch more than two years ago. He had never done anything to indicate he felt the same way. In fact, he seemed to go out of his way to make sure her infatuation with him was short lived. Too bad it hadn’t worked. Oh, she did her best to hide it, but she wasn’t sure she’d done a good enough job.
    Dillon helped her up, and Abby said her good-byes to the table. Jessie, Jordan, Samantha, and Taylor had already left. Taylor was pregnant and usually cut her Friday night out short in favor of more sleep. The married women usually shared a few dances with their husbands after the pool games were over and then the couples left for home.
    It was so much easier for pregnant women to spend time at the club since the town had passed the nonsmoking ordinance forbidding people from smoking in public places. Chaps & Spurs strictly enforced the new rule, and it didn’t seem to hurt their business at all.
    The rest of the women at the table gave Abby and Dillon a curious look but waved good-bye and promised to see her soon. Dillon took her hand in his and led her out of the club. Abby tried to take her hand back, but Dillon only held on tighter.
    “What’s this all about, Dillon?” she asked a little breathlessly as he handed her up into the cab of his truck.
    “Wait until we get to your place,” he commanded.
    “We’re not on the job now, Dillon. Don’t give me orders,” she said peevishly.
    She had put up with his dominant personality and the tendency he had to frame everything he said in the form of a command for the past two years. She wasn’t his student anymore, and they weren’t working. She didn’t have to put up with his shit right now, and she wasn’t going to.
    Dillon looked startled for a moment then softly uttered one small word that made all the difference to Abby.
    “Please.” It