Read Shot of Sultry for Free Online

left her puzzled. Gently, he cupped the grandma’s shoulder with one hand and guided her down from the truck with the greatest of care. Though the old lady was built like a brick house—seriously, she had to be six feet tall with hands the size of frying pans—Trey linked their elbows and placed her massive palm atop his forearm like a wedding usher and escorted her to where everyone stood at the foot of the porch.
    How very chivalrous. How very un-Treylike.
    “Well, ain’t this a nice surprise?” Amazon Granny wore a floral muumuu and a thin-lipped smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. Though her hair was pulled into a bun tighter than a Hollywood face-lift, she kept tucking imaginary strays behind her ears while unapologetically staring Bobbi down. Unlike June’s unconditional acceptance, it seemed Granny had decided to withhold judgment—make sure Bobbi hadn’t come to town with dishonorable intentions toward her long-lost brother. “Little Bo Gallagher,” she said. It sounded like a cross between an accusation and a challenge.
    “Bobbi,” she clarified in a cool voice. She should be used to the scrutiny by now—she’d never felt like she fit in—but she’d expected a little more acceptance in her own hometown.
    “Bo?” Trey asked with a smirk.
    “Mmm-hmm.” Pru nodded, narrowing her eyes at Bobbi’s strappy heels. “It’s what her mama used to call her.”
    This was news to Bobbi.
    “So, wait.” A crooked grin brought Trey’s dimples out in full force, and Bobbi’s heart quivered of its own volition. “Bo and Luke?” He chortled to himself. “Got a cousin named Daisy? If so, take me to her right now!”
    Luke’s brows formed a dark slash over his eyes as he explained to Bobbi, “Mama was a big Dukes of Hazzard fan.”
    This was also news to her. From what she remembered, Mama was a fan of opiates, Junior Mints, and dickheads—in that order. She’d never watched shows. Instead, she’d used the television as an electronic babysitter, always tuned to Sesame Street or whatever program had kept Bobbi out of her hair. And until the truancy officer had shown up, the TV had been Bobbi’s teacher for a few years, since dressing a child and walking her to the school bus was too much trouble for Mama.
    “The Duke boys were moonshiners, like my daddy.” Luke rubbed the back of his neck and took a sudden interest in his steel-toed boots. “She quit watching after he died.”
    “ Your daddy?” Trey asked, obviously wondering why Luke hadn’t said their daddy.
    “We’re both bastards with different dads,” she said. “That okay with you, Golden Boy?”
    “Jesus, it was just a question.”
    “Language, Trey Lewis!” Pru smacked his upper arm.
    “Sorry, ma’am.” He placed a hand over his heart. “Good thing I’ve got you to pray for my soul.” He was clearly teasing, but when Trey flashed that easy smile, Pru forgave him with a grandmotherly pinch of his cheek.
    Bobbi rolled her eyes, and Trey caught it, giving her a not-so-innocent grin. One that said all the praying in the world wouldn’t wash away the sins he wanted to commit with her. She knew that look—it was the same one she’d seen on his stunning face at Shooters when he’d introduced himself, and her stomach had dipped into her shorts then just like it was doing now. Biting her lip, she dropped her gaze and studied her red-polished toenails.
    “We should probably fire up the grill before the storm sets in,” Trey said.
    Bobbi glanced at the endless, blue sky, where a single cotton ball of a cloud hovered above. “What storm?”
    Shaking his head, he laughed dryly. “Oh, it’s coming.” Then he limped—wait, limped?—to Luke’s truck to retrieve her luggage. He clearly favored his right leg, something he hadn’t done a few minutes ago. If he’d hurt himself, she didn’t want him towing her fifty-pound suitcase.
    “I can get that.” She teetered across the gravel on her sandals, but Trey waved her off