Whose Bed Have Your Boots Been Under

Whose Bed Have Your Boots Been Under

Barbara S Stewart

Language: English

Pages: 230

ISBN: 1479116394

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


A reunion after twenty years and you realize that people change, in many ways… but do they really? Amanda Pierson is a forty-something independent woman. She’s attractive, strong-willed, and smart; a business woman who is good at what she does, and gets what she needs. She’s on a path that works, content to follow where it leads… A trip back to her hometown to visit a friend changes her direction, when out of the blue a ‘cowboy’ named Brian causes chaos in the life she thought she wanted. She travels down memory-lane remembering the good, the bad, and the ugly, to see where her heart leads, and finds that a dirt road leads her home.

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where, and I’ll uncork something.” “I don’t drink them fast enough. Bottles get nasty. There’s a box of Muscato in the fridge or a box of Malbec in the pantry. Surprise me.” She handed him two wine glasses and put the casserole in the microwave, “It’ll take a while. I’m gonna take my things upstairs and change. There is a bathroom under the stairs. Make yourself at home. I’ll be back down in a few minutes.” As he waited for her to return, he washed up and poured the wine. He wandered around,

said, holding her bare bottom. “Repeat?” “Oh no. ‘Repeat’ means to do the same thing again. I think not,” she said with a soft, seductive laugh. In the morning she was already showered, standing at the dresser in black lace panties and a matching bra, when he woke. “Damn, if this is a dream, do not friggin’ wake me up.” She walked to the side of the bed, and he ran his hand up her bare leg to the place where they met. “Stop,” she said taking his hand and sitting down beside where he lay. “I

reminds me of happy times.” “Me, too,” he said and moved behind her and lifted her hair, leaving a blaze of kisses behind. “Do you need me to take you to your car?” “It’s in the garage. When I travel a driver picks me up and drops me off. You can stay as long as you’d like, but I gotta go. I’ve been out of the office for a week and I’m dreading the piles that I know are waiting. Just lock up when you go.” “When can I see you again?” he asked. “Won’t be this week,” she said nonchalantly, “I’ve

thinking about her; thinking what a gift he’d been given finding her again after all these years, and then he found himself reliving their last day together. He was twenty-six and they’d been dating for two years. Thinking back, he saw himself and the words ‘cocky-asshole’ came to mind. He had a girl who cared about him, and remembering, his feelings for her were very strong… stronger than he really knew what to do with. So he wandered… March 1994 He’d been doing a kitchen re-do for his

something.” He drove a little further and turned down a dirt road. In the moonlight, Mandy could see that they were headed toward the river. He put the truck in park, walked around to open her door, and as she got out, Mandy noticed a dock with a bench. He reached behind the driver’s seat and grabbed a bag and an old towel. He reached for her hand and said, “Join me.” He led her toward the bench and dusted it off with the towel, and then pulled a bottle of wine and two plastic glasses from the

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