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“No More Lies” book 3 of the Wayward Wives Club Series – Jamie’s story

 

Jamie quickly cleaned up the wounds and stitched them up.  As she stood sewing up his arm and side, she couldn’t help being drawn to his incredible green eyes that shined like polished tourmaline. His dark hair was short, but unruly curls longed for their freedom beneath the hair gel. His chiseled features were strikingly handsome in a sophisticated way yet, the five o’clock shadow on his chin gave him a rugged appeal.

“Okay, Mister Sinclair, I need you to drop your pants.”

“Shouldn’t we at least have coffee before I bare my bum to you?” Derek asked as he turned and dropped his pants.

“Hey Sinclair, you about … Oh my eyes?” Ethan Kirkpatrick barreled into the room and quickly turned on his heels. “I did not need to see that.”

“Who asked you to barge in? Can’t you see I’m a little busy?” Derek retorted.

“Ethan? Do you two know each other?” Jamie asked.

“Oh, hey Jamie, is it okay to turn around?”

“All clear, ya whacker,” Derek said buttoning his pants.

“Well I guess I don’t have to ask if you’re okay. So you patched his sorry ass up. Thanks.” Ethan walked over and hugged Jamie.

“Forget coffee, how about a drink?” Derek asked Jamie.

“Really, you’re hitting on your doctor?” Ethan gave Derek a disgusted look.

“You already have a wife so what do you care?”

“She’s my friend. Jamie, I apologize for his lack of manners. He grew up in the bush and was raised by dingos.” Ethan gave her a wink.

“Can I help it if I appreciate a beautiful woman?” Derek gave her a cheesy smile.

“You don’t know anything about her.” Ethan wrapped a protective arm around her.

“She’s not wearing a ring. That’s all I need to know.”

“Maybe her boyfriend could kick your scrawny ass.”

“I doubt that very much.” Derek flexed the muscles in his good arm.

Jamie burst out laughing. “Enough boys, Mister Sinclair …”

“Please, call me Derek.”

“Or dumbass.” Ethan piped in.

“Boys, can I finish, please? You’re going to need to get an antibiotic to make sure you don’t get infection. Barbed wire is nasty. Here is a script. I’m sure Ethan can take you to get it filled.” Jamie ripped the sheet of paper from her prescription pad and handed it to Derek. “I would also like you to make sure you keep the wounds clean, put some antibiotic cream on them and clean bandages.

“So he’ll live?” Ethan asked.

“Yes, he’ll live. Although I might suggest you stay away from fence dancing.”

“Fence dancing? That’s what you told her?” Ethan burst out laughing. “Okay city boy, let’s go back to the ranch. I’m sure Jessie is actually worried about you.”

“Give her and the boys a hug for me.” Jamie told Ethan as she hugged him good-bye.

“Do I get one of those?” Derek asked.

“Would you please?” Ethan grabbed Derek by the arm.

“Easy, I’m wounded. Jessie would not like how you’re treating me.”

Ethan scowled at him. “Jamie, I do apologize.”

She laughed. “It’s quite alright. I needed a good laugh. It’s been a long tiring day. Tell Jess I’ll be by tomorrow.”

“Will do. Come on, dumbass. Let’s go home so Jessie can fuss over you.”

“At least someone appreciates me.” Derek winked at Jamie. “Hope to see you again. You know where to find me in case you want to make a house call and check on my wounds.”

Jamie shook her head. “Good night, boys.” What a pair. She could only imagine what those two were like when let loose together. Although Ethan was settled down and married to one of her best friends, she had heard stories about what a charmer he had been. She could only imagine how disarming Ethan and Derek had been when on a mission to have a good time. Good thing one of them had settled down even though it hadn’t lessened Ethan’s charm.

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