Probably Me [Davis Hollow, Davis Ranch 3] (Siren Publishing Allure)
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Davis Hollow, Davis Ranch 3
Probably Me
After Nora and her much younger brother drag home an unconscious man to their tiny cabin in West Virginia, she learns that he’s the lawyer sent to help her out of a very delicate situation.
Clint Menendez Davis wakes up to find an enticing woman, a dark fairy, unapologetically helping him after she hit him with a rock from a slingshot. Clint has been sent to help a young botanist who seems to be a major problem with some shady people.
On a cross-county trip to meet these nefarious men, Clint learns that he would do anything to keep his dark fairy safe and happy. Nora discovers that it’s easier than she thought to open her heart to include another person. Both experience a deep passion and, maybe, depending on whose definition you use, love. Although one of them needs lessons in how to accept love when it comes up to hit you on the head.
Note: This book contains drug use.
Genre: Contemporary, Interracial
Length: 46,579 words
PROBABLY ME
Davis Hollow, Davis Ranch 3
JQ Jones
EROTIC ROMANCE
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PROBABLY ME
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DEDICATION
To Connie. All you have to do is be.
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
About the Author
PROBABLY ME
Davis Hollow, Davis Ranch 3
JQ JONES
Copyright © 2013
Chapter One:
Stranger’s Coat
“Maybe he’s dead. I should poke him with the stick again.”
“Remember what happened when you poked the possum with that stick last summer? You almost peed your pants because it wasn’t dead.”
“Didn’t, but he sure made me run fast.”
Clint Davis lay inside a dusty shed or barn in West Virginia trying to remember how he ended up there. The sun streamed through three clear walls. It could have been a greenhouse but there were drying racks hanging from the rafters.
Clint had agreed to make the trip as a favor for his cousin CJ. All he had to do was to look in on Iona’s friend who lived further up on the mountain than Clint had ever been. Iona, CJ’s partner, had been adamant that Nora and her brother were in need of help. As he lay with his head throbbing, Clint remembered driving up the dirt road, stopping to get some water from a stream that ran clear and cold, looking off into the high hills then nothing.
Now, two young boys, one about four or so with long curly hair, and the other with close-cropped hair who looked about fourteen were peering down on him and casually discussing his death.
“I don’t think he’s dead, I didn’t hit him that hard. It was really a little tap.”
“Yeah, but that’s the same slingshot you used to take down buck last winter.”
“People have harder heads than deer, don’t you think?”
“I think he’s dead anyway. He didn’t wake up when you pulled him up the hill on the four-wheeler. But he don’t got any blood.”
“‘Doesn’t have blood’ or ‘he’s not bleeding.’”
“He’s not bleeding then. He’s sleeping a long time and it’s still daytime. Must be dead.”
“I promise you, Spot, I didn’t hit him that hard. Besides every closed eye ain’t sleep, baby.” Clint was beginning to be very, very annoyed with the smugness of the older boy. It was time to show these two juvenile delinquents something a big bad man could do.
“He’s got the prettiest lashes, Spot, they look like yours. And I’m loving the whole long shaggy hair deal. I wonder what his eyes look like?” The older boy was interesting to listen to.
“I could pry his eyes open so we can see,” the younger boy said. Clint felt the side of whatever he was laying on sink down as a light weight jostled him to the left.
“No, I can wait until he opens his eyes. I’m a patient person.”
Clint opened his eyes and found himself staring into the face of a very young boy with dark brown skin. His curly brown hair fell to his shoulders. Bright brown eyes sparkled as he broke into a wide grin. His companion, not a boy of fourteen, but a woman with the same brown eyes and smile combined with a w
ary, suspicious look, squinted slightly in the dim light. She had an inch of hair covering her head, delicate cheekbones and chin, and tiny ears that were more than slightly pointed. Clint blinked to clear his head and she was still there, sitting like a small dark fairy on a stool beside a rough cot.
He stretched wide, ready to get up. He was jerked to a stop by the zip cuffs that tethered him to the bed. Then the fairy broke into a wicked laugh.
* * * *
Nora and Sebastian sat across the room in her empty drying shed while the very large man continued to rant from the bed. He was one of the most stunning men she had ever encountered. He curses imaginatively, in English and Spanish. He was a few inches over six feet tall, with black hair that he wore to his broad shoulders. From lugging him up the mountain, she figured he was at least two hundred pounds, and he had wonderful, broad hands that had calluses and cuts to show that he worked hard and long. She liked that in a man. She snapped back from her daydream as he came to an abrupt halt.
“Are you Nora and Sebastian?” He had a deep voice tinged with a drawl that suggested cows and horses.
“Yes we are, dude,” The little boy said. “We don’t know you.”
“No you don’t, Sebastian. Your friend Iona asked me to come by and make sure that you were ok. She especially wants, little guy, to come visit her on the ranch for a few weeks. She said she’d already talked to your mom about it,” Clint said. He turned to look directly at Nora. “Didn’t she tell you I was coming?”
“She did but she just said that CJ’s cousin was coming. I was expecting somebody who looks like CJ. CJ has blonde hair and looks like Thor. You don’t look like CJ.”
“I was expecting Iona’s friend to have hair and manners but we both were wrong.”
“We can let him up now, Nora?” Sebastian said.
“Let’s wait until I call Iona and see if she backs his story up first,” Nora said. She pulled out her phone, punched in the number and put it on speaker.
Iona’s husky voice shouted out over the roar of an engine. “Hey, Nora, what’s up?”
“She’s got me tied to a fucking bed in a shed somewhere, that’s what’s up. That’s after she zapped me with something to knock me out. Tell your dark fairy friend who I am and why I’m here,” Clint said.
“Nora, that’s CJ’s cousin Clint, I told you he was coming, remember.”
“You said CJ’s cousin, not Antonio Banderas’s larger, meaner brother,” Nora said. She bit the cuticle on her right thumb as she looked at Clint.
“Nora, you tied him to the bed after you shot him so I think he has the right to be a little mean. This is not funny, CJ,” Iona said.
“I didn’t shoot him, I used my slingshot. Spot and I incapacitated him by tying him to the bed I use in the shed with those zippy things I use for the plants.”
“How’d you get him up on the hill?”
“We had to use the trailer and the four-wheeler. This is a very big guy. I didn’t want to leave him down on the road because, well you know how Nick is sometimes, and he’s really bad right now.”
“I helped, Iona. I got his giant feet. They’re huge and heavy but at least he didn’t go wee on himself like the last man,” Sebastian said.
Clint raised his head enough to make clear eye contact with Nora. “Why aren’t you in jail?”
“Oh the other guy doesn’t count, he was more than slightly nefarious so who could he tell,” she said. She smiled as if she assaulted people on a regular basis.
“She conked me on the head. I’m bleeding and if I don’t get set free in a very few minutes then I’m not going to be responsible for my actions,” Clint said. He glared at Nora through eyes slit almost closed.
“Don’t exaggerate, I barely tapped you. I had to Iona, he was about to drink out of Nick’s stream next to the road. You know that the mantrap is right there. It’s been upgraded. We didn’t have time to stop him any other way.”
“Oh, yeah. If it was a Nick trap, Clint, she saved your life. Nick has a major booby trap right there. Everybody on the mountain knows that if you drink out of the stream from that direction then it goes off,” Iona said.
“There’s a big ball with sharp sticks all over that flies down from the trees if you weigh too much when you step around the water. Deer and stuff get killed but littler animals don’t. You look like you’re heavy like a deer or bear, so you would have got dead. Me and Nora tried to yell and tell you but you didn’t hear us so Nora hit you with her sling shot. We saved your life, Clint.” The little boy bounced onto the bottom of the cot. He’s a bloodthirsty little thing. Clint caught himself returning the smile the boy beamed at him.
Iona began to shout over the whine of a helicopter starting up. “You are so smart, Sebastian. I’m sorry I’m not going to be home when you get there but I think that you’re going to have fun with Ernesto and Adriana until I get back in about two days,” she said. “Great shot as always, Nora. Did you break skin?”
“No matter what the big, beautiful baby says it’s just a big lump. We can wait until you get home for Spot to come down if that’s better. I don’t like leaving him with strangers.”
“No way, this is new family and I want you and Sebastian to get to know them. Besides, Adriana hasn’t had a little person in her life since Willie Mae was a baby. I’m just doing a short hop to London and back on Thursday,” Iona said.
“Love the reunion and all, but tell the dark fairy to let me go,” Clint said. He was trying not to notice that that dark fairy had unusually large breasts that gently swung as she moved about the room or waved her hands as she talked to Iona. Her skin-tight, faded T-shirt showed the outline of her nipples. No bra. He growled, causing a small shiver to zip through Nora. It had nothing to do with fear.
“Nora, please,” Iona said. “When you let him go, apologize nicely. I sent him there to help you with the talks with your distributors.”
“As soon as we get some stuff settled he’s a free man, Iona. I’ll talk to you soon,” Nora said. She replaced the phone to her back pocket.
“Spot, you go up to the house and get the big scissors while I talk to Mr. Davis. We’ll finish packing for your first big trip when I get there, OK?” Nora said. “Bring to me like you did the last time, pointing to the ground and don’t run. We’re not in any hurry so take your time.”
“When I go up to the house can I watch TV?” Sebastian said.
“That’s fine, but nothing on the no-no list. I’ll know if you do.”
The little boy, slim and no more than forty pounds, went back over to stand over Clint. “Clint, I’m sorry Nora hurt your head but I’m not sorry you didn’t get dead. Juice and cookies, too, Nora?”
“You’re pushing your luck, Spot, but I’ll let it slide this time,” Nora said.
There was a deadly silence as they waited for Sebastian to return. Clint decided to talk to his tiny captive.
“Is that your son?” he said.
“He’s my half-brother but I’m twenty-four years older than he is. Spot is my father’s second child by his woman Esperanza. Unfortunately, he died in a car crash when Spot was six months old and she was too young to take on the responsibility.” She sat on her hands to keep them from stroking the big man on the cot and to keep her from biting her nails.
“Is his name Spot or Sebastian?”
“His name is Sebastian but I call him Spot because he has a major spot in my heart.”
“The evil dark fairy has a heart?”
“Evil dark fairy, I like that. But I only have room for Spot. I thought you were a big time executive for Okey Energy, why are you running errands for Iona? When she said she’d send me a lawyer, I wasn’t expecting her to send Okey’s main lawyer. But I’ll gladly accept the legal help, I want to make sure that this deal is as legal as possible. Since Iona offered to keep Spot for a few weeks, I took her up on that so that I can work this deal. I have to travel and I’d rather he not be too closely involved,” Nora said.
Spot slo
wly walked into the room, carefully carrying heavy-duty shears that looked sharp and dangerous before Clint could say anything. “Got them, Nora, just like last week when I had to cut your hair out of the whirly thing.”
Nora carefully slipped the blade of the shears under the first tie and snipped it. The second hand was tied to the post by the wall in such a way that it made her lean over the prone man to get to the zippered plastic tie. She could feel the heat radiating up from his body and it made her catch her breath. Clint bit back a groan as her breast brushed over his now erect nipple.
She backed away quickly as he surged up from the bed, standing to his full six feet two inches in the tiny space. He turned a little to the side to hide most of his hard-on. He cleared his throat before he could speak. “I believe you have something to say to me,” he said.
“Oops.” She smiled as big as Sebastian up at an incredulous Clint.
Chapter Two:
Cold, Cold Ground
Nora walked ahead of Clint Davis up an almost invisible rock path to a tiny cabin situated on the side of the mountain. It was more a slight depression of grass and haphazardly thrown rocks than a real path. Her dad had created it so that most people would pass by without noticing that it was manmade. The forest-green house with brown streaks was visually camouflaged it so that it blended into the trees and rocks. Clint glanced back to look at his temporary holding cell.
It was part of a series of seven different outbuildings that included five green houses. The building he had been in looked like a hybrid, with opaque glass and a wooden side facing the mountain. A stream ran parallel to the group with a conduit diverting some of the water. Clint’s shed had a range of new tile solar panels and a small windmill attached to the roof.