Dirty towels ain’t the worst–Rhonda Lee Carver

Hi, y’all! Rhonda lee Carver here!

I have been non-stop juggling the last few days of summer vacation with my kids and finishing the final touches on my cowboys. Whew! I’m going to need a vacation after this summer. In fact, I’m so behind, still. Laundry has suffered. I started to take a shower yesterday and there were no towels. I looked everywhere. In the closet. The dryer. The washer.Not ONE towel was found. And this is serious. We, no joke, have at least 100 towels. Every single one of them was dirty. I had no choice but to use a towel that had been hanging on the hook for a few days. At least it smelled good. Later, I filled the washer with dirty towels and we were out of detergent. Not even a drop left. Ugh.

Yesterday was my daughter’s birthday. Each year they ask for the same Oreo cake and I make it. For months she’d been saying that she didn’t want a party, didn’t want her day to be a big deal. So, I listened. We had a few people over and when we brought out the cake, she’s like, “Where are the candles?” I about swam in my flip-flops. Candles?!? I had really gone too far for the “casual” birthday. We scrambled and, luckily, found enough candles. Mismatched, but they worked. Then halfway through the ‘small’ party, I felt a tap on my shoulder. My kid’s telling me, “Mom, your shorts are inside out.” Yikes!

Please, tell me some of you can relate.

Now for a cowboy! Yes!




Turning on her heel, she smacked her face into an iron wall. She pulled back and rubbed her sore nose, then slowly moved her eyes along the chambray shirt, strong jawline and to those amazing eyes that had haunted her from the moment she saw them in the lobby of the casino.

“Are you wanting an autograph?” Roman smiled and her toes curled.

“I’m afraid I don’t have paper.” She wished her voice wouldn’t shake.

“Neither did they.” He winked.

“I’m afraid you’ve mistaken me for something I’m not.” She walked away, but within seconds he was beside her. Giving him a side-glance, she wasn’t surprised in seeing him smile. He did that a lot. Yeah, he was sexy with his penetrating blue eyes and tilted smile, but she was losing bravery. Sure, she’d come here to sleep with him, but she didn’t know if she had it in her for a one-night stand.

“You might want to tell me who I’ve mistaken you for,” he said.

She kept on walking, and her heart kept on beating heavily.

He grabbed her shoulder, firmly, but his fingers didn’t hurt one bit. He slid his hand down her arm, and tugged her by the elbow into a breezeway between livestock buildings, away from the maze of human traffic. “Hey, you just got here. You can’t leave now.”

She stood so close to him that she could feel the heat from his body burning through her skin, making her nipples painfully tight. She backed up until her shoulders struck cement wall. “I just realized who you are,” she whispered. “The poster…”

“And that changes things how?” He lifted a thick brow.

“Did you think I was a groupie when you saw me at the casino?”

He laughed. “Hardly. Most buckle bunnies don’t bring their laptops and wear a turtle neck to Vegas.”

She squinted. “I wasn’t wearing a turtleneck.”

“You should have been.”

“Are you making fun of me?” she snapped.

“You’re not all bound up in clothing now. I like the T-shirt. Is it true?” He caught her by surprise when he lightly skimmed his finger along the tops of her breasts. The cotton seemed to melt away.

Her knees weakened and she couldn’t seem to wrap her brain around his words. “What?”

“The shirt. It reads, “Sweet and saucy. Dare to taste?”

She knew the shirt was a big mistake. “It was the only thing the casino shop had left that fit me. Apparently I’m not the only one who needed last minute rodeo clothing. And I’m not the only one who came here to see you. You make it a habit to go undercover often?”

His smile grew and her inner thighs moistened. “How about you, sweetheart? Did you want me to know that you’re Pippa Wilder—the one with all of the relationship answers?”

“So, you did recognize me?” He nodded. She sighed. “I don’t introduce myself by my career. Just as you didn’t introduce yourself as a star.”

“I’m not a star, darlin’.” He leaned in, their chests pressing together and she could barely breathe. He picked up a tendril of her hair and weaved it around his thick finger, brought it to his nose and inhaled deeply. “I’m just me.”

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