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Bounty (Colorado Mountain #7) Page 31
Author: Kristen Ashley

“Of course, sweetheart,” Jim-Billy said immediately.

“Justice Lonesome,” Krystal said over him.

I looked to her and braced.

“Heard Johnny’s daughter cut a record. Heard a song. It was slow and sappy. So, hope you don’t mind, but I gave my cake to your old man. Bought every album he put out seein’ as he was a goddamned rock ‘n’ roll genius,” she declared.

“I don’t mind,” I told her quietly, warmth stealing around my heart at her words about Dad, still braced because she wasn’t sending warm vibes to me.

“Saw him in concert twice. Two best concerts of my life,” she stated.

“Yeah. He was great live,” I agreed.

All of a sudden, her hand came out, palm flat on the bar in front of me.

She didn’t touch me, not even close.

What she did was look me in the eye and say in a tone in my not-very-long acquaintance with Krys I’d never heard or suspected she could take, “His loss was a great one.”

And there was the warmth.

I couldn’t hack it.

Grief was a tricky thing. When we lost Granddad, I’d learned that, for me, it wasn’t those who gave you sorrowful looks, gazing on you with understanding, keeping their mouths shut.

It was the folks who offered sympathy.

It meant the world and it was necessary to have to file away and take out at a time when the loss was less raw and those words could be soothing.

But when the loss was raw, it tore the wound wider.

“Thanks,” I replied shakily.

Krystal knew my kind. She saw exactly where I was at.

“You need a beer,” she decreed, pulling her hand away.

I cleared my throat. “Yeah.”

Jim-Billy moved and he didn’t stop short of touching me. He took my hand on the bar and gave it a lovely squeeze before letting it go.

I gave him a lame smile.

I’d done right, picking that crazy house in this crazy town with these crazy people.

So right.

Krys came back with my beer.

I kept on mission.

“If you guys could, you know, not lie but not spread it around. I’ll share and all. If you know Shambles and Sunny from La-La Land, well, they listened to my stuff so they already knew me, obviously, before we met the other day. But, you know, a little bit more of that peace would work for me.”

“Babe, you’re gonna get peace. Any motherfucker fucks with your peace, they got my buckshot in their ass,” Krystal declared.

My eyes got wide.

“Not to scare you or anything,” Jim-Billy leaned toward me and stage-whispered. “But she ain’t jokin’.”

“Damn straight,” Krystal said and indicated my draft with a quick movement of her ebony-flame-tipped-haired head. “Holler, you need a refill.”

She wandered off.

“Bubba shoulda knocked her up years ago,” Jim-Billy noted, watching her go.

I shook off the emotion their kindness left with me and gave him a grin.

It wasn’t the pregnancy.

It was and it wasn’t.

It was just that Krystal, as hard as she was on the outside, was not stupid.

She, too, recognized bounty.

And it felt fucking awesome she saw it in me.

Chapter Five

Bad Timing

Justice

My phone ringing Monday morning woke me.

I reached out blindly, knocked it off the nightstand, mumbled, “Damn, shit, fuck,” as I pushed to hang off the edge of the bed and grab it.

I remained hanging over the edge of the bed as I looked at the screen telling me it was just after six and the number calling was local but not programmed in.

Damn these mountain folk. With all that quiet and nature and peace, why did they get up so fucking early?

I’d programmed in Max’s number. Jim-Billy’s. Krystal’s.

This one…whoever it was, I didn’t know.

I took the call and put the phone to my ear.

“’Lo,” I muttered.

“Jus. Deke,” his deep voice reverberated in my ear.

Sleepily, and agreeably, I felt that reverberation in my pussy.

I was enjoying that as Deke’s alert, attractive morning voice kept coming at me.

“Max got your text about the glaze you want. He’s got shit on today…”

Deke continued speaking about picking up materials, the fact I needed to select a color for the paint for the utility room, how Max couldn’t get the supplies to the house until Tuesday afternoon, and other stuff about Deke having more than enough to do in the meantime but my utility room was going to have to be delayed. This information coming at me included the option of Deke going that morning to pick up the stuff, which would mean he’d be late getting to my place.

There was also something about Bubba coming to help him on Wednesday when he was going to blow insulation into the rafters so my heat didn’t escape out the roof, something he stated was priority.

It was a lot of words, especially from Deke. And I liked listening to them, especially the way his voice sounded and the fact it was sounding over the phone in the morning after he’d called me.

But unfortunately he stopped talking.

Though I’d find he didn’t stop talking.

I’d just let his voice lull me back to semi-sleep, hanging over the side of the bed.

“Yo! Jus! You there?” I heard him bark.

My body jerked, I blinked and put a hand to the floor to push myself up into the bed.

“Yeah, I’m here. I’m listening.”

Nothing from Deke and I thought I’d lost him right before I heard him mutter, “Jesus, the gypsy princess fell asleep fuckin’ talkin’ to me.”

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