Wild One: 3 (Caden Kink) Read Online Free Page B

crawfish pie and gumbo over white rice that his mom’s cook had often fed him back home.
    “Deidre, this is Les Fourchet, Doc Baines’ new associate. Les, meet my sister Deidre.” Bye had one hand on Karen’s knee and the other on the handle of a pitcher he was using to fill an empty mug with foaming draft beer. When the mug was half full, he pushed it toward Les. “Help us finish off this pitcher. We’ll be switching to coffee too.”
    “Better not, I’m seeing patients this afternoon. Thanks anyhow.” As he slid the mug back toward Bye, Les was still processing the fact that the blonde was the only daughter of the man who owned the ranch that surrounded the town of Caden on three sides and extended for miles in all directions. “I’m glad to meet you, Deidre. I have a cousin whose name is Deidre too.”
    That seemed a strange name for such a vibrant woman. Les remembered his mother saying the name meant sorrow or grief. This Deidre seemed anything but troubled, with her winsome smile—until he noticed a fleeting look of sadness in her beautiful blue eyes.
    When she held out her hand he enveloped it between his palms. It was soft and slender, but in her hand he felt the tensile strength of a person who was by no means idle. He envisioned her astride that palomino tethered outside the door, controlling the magnificent animal as easily as he had topped a club submissive last weekend at the Neon Lasso.
    Would she want to control a man as firmly as she controlled the magnificent animal she rode? Les looked into her eyes but didn’t sense that driven quality he’d finally recognized in Jessica toward the end of their relationship.
    Her smile was warm, not challenging. “My mother named me for her grandma. I’ve always liked the name because I don’t run into a passel of Deidres every time I turn around. It’s nice to meet you, Les. Are you going to take care of me if I get sick?” Her low, teasing words came out with an accent that revealed her local roots but also hinted at a bit of out-East culture. Les didn’t doubt that she’d spent a few years hanging around Ivy Leaguers. That didn’t surprise him, since it was obvious that the Cadens were richer than God.
    This one is way out of your league. The voice in his head came through clearly but he brushed off the warning. Deidre touched off unfamiliar emotions in him, as well as lust, so he wouldn’t let the differences in their stations scare him off. He’d toss his brand-new Stetson into the ring. After all, she couldn’t do any worse than toss it back at him and laugh at his impetuousness.
    He shot her his best come-on smile. “I’d much rather take care of you when you aren’t sick, chéri . Would you like to go out to dinner with me sometime?” Where they’d go he’d have to figure out. The nearest city worthy of the name was Lubbock, at least a half-hour’s drive beyond the Neon Lasso, which made it an hour and a half trip from here. He assumed since he’d never seen her at the Neon Lasso that she wasn’t involved in the sexual kink that seemed to be the main source of social interaction for the younger adults in the community.
    Her dazzling smile nearly took his breath away. “Since you put it so nicely, I’d love to go out with you. Here or someplace a little more interesting?” This time the smile reached her pale-blue eyes and made them sparkle.
    Deidre Caden obviously would expect to be taken somewhere way classier than The Corral, though she seemed right at home here. “Is there someplace else nearby?” Les didn’t recall seeing any eateries that had looked promising when he’d driven over to the hospital in Lubbock to be interviewed for admitting privileges. There had certainly been nothing at all that he thought would impress a princess, but maybe she knew some place he hadn’t passed by. “We could always drive over to Lubbock if you don’t mind the stench of the feedlots.”
    She wrinkled her nose as though Lubbock