His to Keep (The Rowdy Johnson Brothers #5) Read Online Tory Baker

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary Tags Authors: Series: The Rowdy Johnson Brothers Series by Tory Baker
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Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 38075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
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“No, no. It’s okay. He won’t hurt you. Neither will I. A few more steps closer, then I’ll take you to Tallulah. She’ll scan you for a chip, though it's doubtful you’ll have one. Then she’ll make sure there’s nothing wrong, and I’ll bring you home. My brother is a pain in the ass, but even he wouldn’t turn you away.” I settle him somewhat and move a smidge closer. The blanket drags across the asphalt, and wouldn’t you know it, Trey freaking Johnson chooses that moment to slam his truck door closed. I watch as the Border Collie stands up and darts back into the copse of weeds that's more lick a full-ass thicket, waist deep and full of stickers.

“Damn you, Trey.” I close my eyes while I get my feet beneath me.

“Damn me? What about you? Jesus Christ, woman. Your truck is running, the door is wide open, and all I see is you crouched on the side of the road.” Why does Trey have to be the voice of reason?

“Fine, you can help me find him.” I start to head into the ditch when the Border Collie runs up to Trey, tail wagging and tongue lolling out to the side. “Or he can come right to you like you're god himself. Freaking figures.”

“Hey, where’d you come from?” Trey bends down to pet the dog's head.

“The sky, clearly. Can you load him up in my truck since he’s obsessed with you currently? I’m going to take him to Tully for a workup and go from there. Unless you want to?” It doesn’t matter that I’m already halfway in love with the abandoned pup or that Trey could pull a fast one on me and take over.

“Nah, got a meeting to get to. I’ll load him up for you. Though I want you to at least shoot me a text or give me a call about the fella.” He bends down and wraps his arms around the dog, and now I’m jealous of a dog. The tri-colored pup helps himself to hanging on to Trey with his front paws on his shoulders, and the two of them are making their way to my truck.

“I can do that. Thanks for the help.” It’s on the tip of my tongue to make a snide remark to say I would have had it handled without his help. I don’t because at least it’s him getting dirty, not me.

“No problem, sugar.” He gets the dog settled into the backseat of the four-door pickup, and then his finger brushes along the pulse point on my wrist. “See you around.” I’m left swallowing down my hormones and trying not to fan myself with the way he calls me sugar with a slow southern drawl. I watch as Trey saunters off toward his truck, his hand going to the back of his neck, gripping the fabric and pulling it over his head.

Life really isn’t fair today. Trey with his stupid good looks and his stupid muscles and his stupid whatever else he has going on. I take a deep breath, rip my eyes away from the show Trey is giving me. I have half a mind to turn around and head home for the day. Except Amos would take one look at another animal I acquired and call Tallulah out to the farm, and I’m already halfway to her clinic. Looks like I need to call Genevieve and tell her I’ll be getting to her place a bit later than expected.

THREE

TREY

Ten minutes. Our conversation lasted ten minutes. I helped her, and then I headed back to my truck, caked in dirt and grime to change into something clean. The show I gave Sienna was an added feature. I knew what I was doing. She knew what I was doing. Our few months together, we talked and talked. Sienna is outspoken. There were no uncomfortable conversations, no miscommunications, and there wasn’t a whole lot of arguing either. Until it came to the end of what was once us.

Fuck, I fucked that all up, and now she’s a damn iceberg of my own making. One day soon, I’m going to quit giving her room to breathe and go after the woman I’m going to keep. Until then, I’ll do everything in my power to make her want me as much as I want her. Including taking my shirt off and not looking back, flexing my muscles and knowing exactly what she likes to look at. And that’s not being cocky. It’s being confident in knowing the only person you’ve ever loved has an affinity for you.

“Show-off.” Sienna thinks I’m out of earshot. My eyes may be bad enough to warrant contacts or glasses, but the same can’t be said for my hearing, and it seems she forgot that little slice of information. My shirt is off, and I’m using it to wipe the sweat off my brow when I finally look back at her. Sienna is standing with her arm on the doorframe and staring at me, mouth open and eyes hooded in a lustful way.


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