Chapter Seventeen
Stan had lost track of Jodie a dozen times before the evening was over, which had made him crazy every single time. But one moment she was there and the next she was carrying Tessa off to bed close behind Emily. How long did it take to read a twelve-page picture book to a child anyway?
Then Mac, who’d been a Coronado SEAL, wanted to hear what she thought of her station at Virginia Beach. When Mark had started telling war stories, Chelsea had taken Jodie off in some other direction. She and Julie bonded over something else until finally Stan was going mad with how friendly all the ranch women were being to Jodie.
He wanted Jodie.
To himself.
And he wanted her now.
His attempts to be subtle didn’t work. She missed the military hand sign for “rally point”—a pointed fin
