A Marriage Made in Texas (The Brothers Kincaid) by Eve Gaddy

her.”
    “You’re sure? I don’t want to make it worse.”
    “Positive. I don’t know why she’s so worried. The guy’s sappy in love with her, and it’s not just her looks. I wish all my problems were that easy.”
    “Thanks, Tim. I’ll see if I can convince her to bring him in.” He got up to leave.
    “Hey, hold on a minute. The wife’s having anotherbarbecue this weekend. Saturday afternoon. How about dropping by?” He stacked some papers and added, “She’s asked a friend of hers. Single, brunette, built.” He waggled his eyebrows. “What do you say?”
    “Sorry, have to pass. I’m seeing someone.”
    “Damn, Jay, you work fast,” Tim said admiringly. “You’ve only been in town a few weeks.”
    He grinned. “We go back a ways.”
    “Mind telling me who she is? Tamara will make my life a living hell until she knows. Anyone I know?”
    “Yeah, she’s a patient of yours. Gail Summers.”
    “Gail?” He rubbed his chin and smiled. “That’s good. Tamara likes her. Why don’t you both come, then? And tell Gail to bring the kids. There’ll be a wad of them there. Not to mention, Roxy and my daughter Carol are friends.” He paused, then added, “Unless it’s all too domestic for you.”
    “I’m dating a woman with two kids. I think I can handle domestic. Thanks, I’ll ask her.”
     
    L ATER THAT EVENING , when he saw Gail at Mark’s house, Jay thought about his earlier conversation with Tim. Four kids and four adults made for a lot of domesticity. He liked the kids—all the kids. They were good kids, sweet kids. But he hadn’t made love to Gail since her daughters had come home on Sunday. His frustration level was beginning to get seriously out of hand.
    So when Cat complained all the popcorn had disappeared and she couldn’t watch the movie without food, he spoke up. “Gail and I will fix more.”
    They managed to put a bag in the microwave and set the timer before they were in each other’s arms.
    “Oh, God, put your hands on me,” Gail said, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him frantically.
    Not about to argue, he put his hands on her sweet rear and pressed her tightly against him, plunging his tongue into her mouth. “I want to be with you,” he said, sliding one hand up to cup her breast. “Inside you.”
    “I know, I know. I want you, too.” She groaned and pushed her breast into his palm. “So much,” she whispered. Their lips met, clung, parted. “Tomorrow night. I’ll get a baby-sitter and come to your house.”
    “Good. Come here.” He let go of her long enough to pull her into the room off the kitchen that Cat used to isolate the birds she rehabilitated. Currently it was empty. He leaned back against the door and wrapped his arms around Gail. Her breasts rested against his chest, the vee of her thighs against his hardening flesh.
    “We should go back,” she said, but she kissed him as she said it.
    “We will. First I need to touch you.” He slipped his hand beneath her skirt. They both groaned when he slid his hand over her panties, stroked her heat. Her hips thrust toward him, seeking more. He thought about easing that scrap of fabric off and sliding inside of her.
    “Let me have you,” he said against her mouth.
    “Now?” she whispered hoarsely.
    “Now.”
    Their gazes locked. Slowly, eyes still on his, she nodded. He tugged on her panties, slipped them over her hips, down her pretty legs.
    Someone knocked on the door. “Gail, are you in there?” Mark asked.
    Jay closed his eyes and swore. “Go away, Mark.”
    “Sorry. Mel needs Gail.”
    “Um, okay,” she said, her voice a bit unsteady. “I’ll be right there.”
    Jay kissed her, hard, then slowly, regretfully let her go. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen. She looked tousled, a little dazed, and so damn sexy it hurt him to watch her. She pulled up her panties, adjusted the rest of her clothes, ran her fingers through her hair, then opened the door.
    “Sorry,” Mark