He let out a laugh and walked up onto the back porch. As we walked into the house, we came right into an eating area. It was nothing but windows, looking out onto the beautiful Texas hill country. Then, we moved into the kitchen, and I almost let out a whimper. I thought my parents had a beautiful kitchen. This one was straight out of a magazine.
“Holy shit. I could have an orgasm from just standing in this kitchen. ”
I walked around and ran my hand along the granite-top kitchen island as I took everything in. When I looked up at Layton, he had removed his cowboy hat, and all I saw was a pile of messy brown hair.
Holy shit.
He had that just-fucked hair that Court was always talking about.
Be cool, Whitley. Be. Cool.
Layton grinned. “Well, I’ve never heard anyone say that about my kitchen before. ”
“You have to have a party here! I mean, if this is just the kitchen, I can’t imagine what the rest of the house looks like. ”
His smile faded, and he walked away.
Shit. What did I say?
I followed him past a butler’s pantry, then past a huge formal dining room, and into a breathtaking living room. I’d never seen a living room so big in my entire life. It was nothing but floor-to-ceiling windows, again looking out to the country hills.
Then, I saw them. I slowly turned around and saw nothing but dead animals on the walls. A huge elk was hanging above the fireplace, just staring at me.
Deer…turkey…
Oh. My. God. Is that a fox?
“You have a fox. You have a dead fox on your wall!”
Layton chuckled. “Yes, ma’am, I do. I like to hunt. ”
I spun around and glared at him. “Please tell me you at least eat the meat, and you’re not one of those men who just likes to hunt to kill. ”
“I make some of the best elk beef stew around. Want some?”
“Eww, gross! No, thank you. ”
Just then, two labs came running up to us. One was black, and the other was brown.
Oh, I love labs! I bent down and was attacked with nothing but wet kisses from both.
“All right, y’all, leave her be. Kennels. ”
And with that, they both ran into another room.
I looked up at him with a questioning look. “Kennels?”
“Yep. I just have to say it, and they go lie down in their kennels. ”
Damn. The thought of him training his dogs to listen so well was a total turn-on.
I pulled out my cell phone. Shit! Still no signal. “Um…I still don’t have a signal. Do you have a landline I could use?”
Layton walked over and picked up a telephone. He also pulled out a book and flipped through a few pages before he started dialing a number.
“Jack? Hey, it’s Layton Morris. ”
Morris. Something about his name was so damn sexy.