Love Under Two Flyboys [The Lusty, Texas Collection] Cara Covington (short story to read txt) 📖

Lusty, Texas 4

Love Under Two Flyboys

When she emergency lands her uncle’s new plane at their airfield, Tamara Jones reluctantly agrees to accept Morgan and Henry Kendall’s help in getting the Piper fixed. She may even indulge in some fun and games with the two sexy flyboys, but she knows there’s no way they could really be aiming for forever.

The brothers Kendall fire her jets, but she knows better than to trust in love. Blood will tell, and there’s no way she wants to end up like her parents, racking up exes at the speed of sound.

It doesn’t take Morgan and Henry long to understand that Tamara has commitment issues. With enough time, they know they can show her they all have what it takes for the long haul.

But then a stranger comes to town, and there are questions about the plane she arrived in, and soon keeping her takes a back seat to keeping her safe.

Genre: Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Western/Cowboys

Length: 60,404 words

LOVE UNDER TWO FLYBOYS

Lusty, Texas 4

Cara Covington

MENAGE EVERLASTING

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LOVE UNDER TWO FLYBOYS

Copyright © 2011 by Cara Covington

E-book ISBN: 1-61034-511-8

First E-book Publication: June 2011

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DEDICATION

To my beloved, whose ongoing love, understanding, and support allow me to continue to follow my dream.

LOVE UNDER TWO FLYBOYS

Lusty, Texas 4

CARA COVINGTON

Copyright © 2011

Chapter 1

Tamara Jones’s heart bumped in her chest as the plane’s engine coughed. Her gaze snapped to the instrument panel. Had the red stall light just flashed on?

She couldn’t be sure. The engine sounded fine, now. Hopefully that was a one-off glitch, an air bubble in the fuel line. She’d conducted the best pre-flight check that she could, but the PA 25-35 Pawnee B had sat in storage for several months. If she’d had her druthers, she’d have done an extensive maintenance service on the bird before taking to the air.

That hadn’t been an option.

Mr. Smith had wanted the plane out of his barn ASAP. She had no idea why, and if the man hadn’t been an old friend of her Uncle Goodwin’s, she would have run, not walked, away from what felt like a very questionable deal.

You know that’s not true. Tamara sighed. Her uncle had been so excited about buying this plane, about the crop-dusting business they were going to start together. She couldn’t deny him anything, not considering the way he’d taken her in when she’d been an angry, rebellious sixteen-year-old. Though getting on in years, Uncle Goodwin still had a zest for living. He’d been particularly pleased that they were going into this new business project together.

Tamara had to admit she had good vibes about the idea herself, despite her uncle’s record of not staying with any previous venture for more than a couple years. Of course, who was she to talk? She hadn’t held a job longer than six months, herself. Her gene pool was missing the stick-to-it gene from both sides of her family—evidenced by the fact her mother was on husband number four while her father didn’t even bother to marry any of the many bimbos he shacked up with these days.

Tamara shook her head to dislodge thoughts of her parents. She hadn’t seen either of them for more than a year, and that was just fine with her. Inhaling deeply, she let herself take a moment to enjoy the beautiful sunshine and blue sky surrounding her. Barely any clouds marred the perfection of this Texas November day. According to that morning’s weather report, the temperature would hit the high sixties by afternoon, with no sign of rain on the horizon.

It was a perfect day for flying.

The engine coughed again, and Tamara’s stomach clenched.