37 NoraClad only in panties, one of Kent’s T-shirts, and her cowgirl boots, Nora plopped a puffy pillow on the splintery tree-trunk slab topping the stool beside the breakfast bar.
Her entire body was aglow. She would not risk the chic designer stool puncturing a single skin cell and deflating her buoyant mood.
Pale pink wine glugged invitingly into a stemmed glass. In honor of her new boots, Kent had found a local wine that blended Riesling with foraged huckleberries. He slid her glass across the breakfast bar and filled a second for himself. He wore only the bright red Hugo Boss briefs she’d bought off the back of a truck. Best shopping decision of her life. The frontal view was magnificent.
She swallowed a mouthful of pinkness. Light, cool liquid trickled down her throat. The tart be
