“That’s plenty of time. If nothing else, have a quickie at my place before you head to the festival.”
I started laughing. “There’s no way in hell I’m doing that, Shelby.”
“If he fucks anything like his brother, you’ll be missing out if you don’t jump on that cock. I can see you sitting in your office, with ten case files spread out around you, working until midnight thinking, ‘I should have fucked Hudson when I had the chance.’ You deserve this, girl. Give yourself a treat.”
That vision was a little too clear for me. I could see it, too.
Shelby started laughing. “You’re practically drooling!”
I grinned and rolled my eyes. “And you’re trying to use his sex appeal to make me move here.”
“Guilty as charged.”
Chapter 10
Hudson
Ever since Lizzie came back from chatting with Shelby, she’d felt more relaxed to me. It seemed their conversation had gone well.
Lizzie and I left the wedding field and drove to Thatcher and Shelby’s house.
She currently had Shelby’s closet doors open and was trying to decide what to wear to the festival.
Their dog Bandit, a sweet giant goofball, was carefully inspecting the new arrivals. He seemed to approve of Lizzie and Leona as much as Frankie did.
Right now I was lying on Thatcher and Shelby’s bed, watching her try to make a decision. My cock hardened a little more every time she shifted. I had a prime viewing spot of her ass from here, and this was the first time I’d had more than a few seconds to check it out.
“What do you think?” she asked as she held a sexy red dress in front of her.
I’d love to see her in it, but I knew she’d feel uncomfortable if she showed up wearing that. So I told her, “It’s not a ball. It’s just the Fall Festival.”
She sighed and put the dress back in Shelby’s closet.
“You want my advice?” I rumbled.
Lizzie glanced at me with relief on her face. “Yeah. I’m out of my element here.”
“Wear a pair of jeans and a flannel.”
She laughed. “That’s exactly what you’re wearing!”
I raised an eyebrow at her and grinned. “It’s the uniform of the Ozarks.”
She pursed her lips and turned back to the closet, touching a pair of Shelby’s jeans.
Quietly she said, “I haven’t worn jeans in years.”
“Really? New Yorkers don’t wear jeans?”
“Uh, I’m sure plenty of them do. But it’s weekend wear, and I don’t get too many of those.”
“A weekend comes every week, hon.”
She gave me a look that said I knew nothing. “Not when you’re a lawyer trying to become a partner at a big law firm.”
I propped my arm behind my head while Leona climbed up onto my belly and found a good napping spot. This kitten was sweet. Frankie might have just got himself a sister. I didn’t think I could take her back to the pound.
“Doesn’t sound like much of a life.” I told her. “Do you really need money that badly that it’s worth sacrificing all your free time for it?”
