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himself from laughing. “That’s damn funny.”
    “Only because she didn’t eat your panties.”
    “Honey, if sh e’d been eating my panties, we would be having a whole other conversation right now.”
    Ashley huffed. “Fine. If Gunner had eaten your man panties , you’d be pissed.”
    “I don’t wear man panties either.”
    “You know what I mean, Ryan Shea Turner,” she growled into the phone.
    Yeah, he did, but he couldn’t resist teasing her a little more, especially since she was going all southern on him. Only his momma called him by his full name, and that was only when she was pissed.
    “I don’t wear anything at all under my jeans, sweetness.”
    She whimpered . Before he could check to see if she was truly upset at his making light of the destruction Bluebelle caused, his dick got hard. So much for working out his sexual frustrations.
    “I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings,” he said.
    “I know you’re trying to be funny and sexy, but it’s my turn to host book club. Today. Like in four hours. I need to impress these women because I recommended a romance novel instead of literary fiction. They kinda turned up their noses at it. So, everything has to be perfect, but now it’s not, and I can’t get ahold of my brothers.” She sounded on the verge of tears. Frustrated tears.
    Damn it.
    “What about your dad?” He could go help her, but she hadn’t asked him to. She had her pride, just like him.
    “He’s on a cruise with my momma.” She sighed thickly. “I need to let you go. I have so much to do , and no one to help me.”
    And there was his opening. Just as he opened his mouth to say he’d be right over to help, she hung up on him.
    “Shit,” he muttered.
     
     
    Taking a deep breath, Ashley surveyed the damaged Bluebelle had caused and considered where she would start first. The cushions had to be replaced. So, that was an easy fix. Although , she didn’t know if that pattern was still available.
    But the yard… topsoil was everywhere. Flowers lay lifeless in haphazard piles. The dang dog had dug up almost everything. In fact, now that she could take a moment, she realized just how much damage Bluebelle had caused.
    She glanced down at the dirt-covered dog and frowned. “You’ve been so good. I don’t know why you’d do this to me.”
    Bluebelle hung her head, and Ashley’s heart flipped. While she was upset, she couldn’t stay pissed over things that could be fixed. Bluebelle hadn’t actually hurt anyone.
    The doorbell rang .
    S he dusted her hands off on her formerly pristine white capri pants. The matching boat-neck, blue-and-white striped shirt hadn’t fared much better. Her hair half hung in her face, and she was sweating, instead of glistening like a proper southern woman should.
    An ominous crack made her win ce, and then hop the rest of the way to the door. She answered it, half stooped over and clutching at the broken heel of her shoe, and found Ryan on the other side.
    One part of her practically melted , while the other wanted to hobble off in the other direction because looking like what the dog dragged around the yard was not her idea of how to answer the door.
    “What can I do to help?” he asked.
    She almost hugged him right then and there for not commenting on her appearance. Instead, she shoved her hair out of her face and said, “Everything.”
    “First things first. Do you have any crazy glue?” He stepped inside, closed the door, and then helped her to the couch.
    “In my office. There’s a box marked art supplies.” Why in the world would he need her crazy glue? Did Ryan think he could glue her cushions back together?
    “ Stay right there.” He strode away, down her hall.
    She heard him rummaging around . When he returned less than a minute later, with the glue in his hand, she couldn’t help but ask, “What are you going to do with that?”
    He knelt on the floor and took her shoe. “This.” He squirted glue on the heel and held it