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[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] It wasn t easy, believe me. I finally had to say flat-out that I felt a man should buy his own home, and that seeing as how I make more than I can possibly spend, it would be unfair for him to buy me a house when he had two boys who might need the money at some point. I wouldn t have believed you could do it. Marly squeezed his thigh, still having trouble picturing Bobby changing her stubborn father s mind. 125 Ann Jacobs * * * * * Keith was back leading the Maulers for the second week now. Bobby was expecting to be traded any day. Just two weeks were left until his and Marly s wedding. And life was incredibly hectic. He d never realized how much planning went into a ceremony and reception for just twenty or so guests, but Marly was pretty much at the mercy of her mom every day when she didn t have cheerleader practice. His urgent assignment now was to call his own mother and find out what she planned to wear. Why don t I just send you to one of the nice boutiques here in town and have you pick out something for Mom? he asked Marly who shot him a disbelieving look. She d kill you. She d kill me. Every woman wants to select her own clothes. Don t they have any stores in Hedgecock? Not that you d consider dress shops. There s a general store where they sell jeans and shirts. Mom would have to come a few days early and shop here, or make a trip to San Antonio, and Bobby wasn t sure she could get the time off work, or that she d let him pay for her outfit. I ll call her. Why couldn t we just do this casual? Fortunately he already had a suit, the one he d bought to wear to games when he might have to meet reporters afterward. He was pretty certain his mom had nothing suitable to wear to the shindig Marly s mother was engineering. He was pleasantly surprised when Mom told him she already had the perfect dress, shocked when she admitted she was getting married, too to Mr. Tate from the bank. They weren t doing anything special, just going to San Antonio for a long weekend and getting married in the chapel at St. Mary s College. We ll be married next Saturday and spending a few days playing tourist at the Alamo. This will work out fine, so we can come the next weekend to be with you and Marly. I love you, Mom. Be happy. You deserve it after all those years, keeping me on the straight and narrow. He shut off the phone and turned to Marly. That was a lot easier 126 Naked Bootleg than I thought it would be. She and Mr. Tate are getting married this weekend. I had no idea they were serious about each other. She said she already has a dress to wear. The color, Bobby. What color is your mother s dress? My mom wants to know right now. Royal blue. Why the hell should colors matter? He was trying to let the idea of his mom marrying Mr. Tate sink in. Not that he objected. Mom couldn t have found a better man in Hedgecock if she d tried. Bobby shook his head as he watched Marly use the speed-dial. Women! He should have figured out they were all obsessed with coordinating colors when Marly had rifled through his tie rack the other day and promptly gone out to get him one she thought went better than any he already had with the dark-gray suit he d had to have tailored for the wedding. Damn, he hadn t needed a new suit, but Marly had insisted and he d dropped another few thousand having another one made. It wasn t as though he wore suits every day, or that he could saunter into any store and buy one off the rack. Thank God the madhouse would soon be over. Bobby s agent said a deal was almost done with the Orlando team, and he almost looked forward to getting away from the madhouse here. George Woodley didn t call me on the house phone, did he? No. Was he supposed to? I thought he might. Though Marly insisted she d be okay with them moving right away, he didn t want to remind her that would almost certainly be happening. I think we ought to ditch this wedding and go elope tomorrow. I bet we could still get a license if we hurried down to the courthouse. No. Not that I wouldn t like that, too, but I m not going to let my mom down. I m disappointing her enough as it is. I know, baby. Just keep reminding her that you re marrying a pro quarterback and that reporters would be an annoying fact of life if we went for a huge wedding. * * * * * 127 Ann Jacobs Time flew when you were having fun. It also seemed to evaporate when you didn t have a moment to yourself. Marly could barely take in all the changes. They were getting married and moving to Orlando two days later where he d be starting for a team that had lost its last six games behind a hapless quarterback who no longer had a job. Yesterday she d flown to the land of 24/7 entertainment and chosen a furnished apartment from several empty ones owned by the team owner there. Then she d flown back here and gone to the shower Liz Grady had hurriedly arranged. Bobby was with his mom and her new husband in the condo while she was staying here at home for the last few days her dad s idea, not hers. She rubbed her aching pussy, recalled the few times they d made love here in the ruffled four-poster. As crazy as it had looked, having her big, burly jock surrounded by the trappings of her youth, it had been good. Good thing they were getting married tomorrow. Reception or not she intended to grab her new husband and take the edge off her starved libido the minute they left the church. Meanwhile she took out the vibrating dildo that didn t hold a candle to the real thing and tried to imagine it was Bobby inside her. * * * * * It was about time. Bobby stood at the front of the chapel, Keith at his side. The sounds of organ music filled the place, and ruby-colored light flowed through stained- glass windows. His mom and Mr. Tate were already seated on the front row, and a handful of his Mauler teammates dotted the aisles. Tina sat near the back with little Jack, looking content as she rubbed her cheek on the baby s shock of blond hair. He caught himself starting to tug at his tie and willed himself to stay still. As the music started getting louder, he tried to look appropriately serious. He saw Liz Grady in the doorway, watched her glide down the aisle and take her place on the other side from Keith. She was one beautiful, sexy woman, but she didn t hold a candle to Marly, who stood in the entryway with her father. She looked like an angel in something white 128 Naked Bootleg and soft-looking, and her long hair flowed over her bare shoulders like a dark curtain. The diamond studs he d handed to her mom last night twinkled in her ears. She lifted her bouquet, a big white orchid surrounded by some of the same little white flowers that were in his boutonniere, and shot him a smile that sent blood flowing quite inappropriately to his groin. Later, buddy. He tried thinking of something un-sexy, of the priest who d reluctantly agreed to marry them without them going through months of counseling, and who undoubtedly was staring down disapprovingly from the altar. He took a deep breath [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |