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Come Back Around

Leaning N #4

a Dreamspun Desires title 

Blurb:

Can two divorced dads get a second chance at a redneck wedding?

When Reid Porter agrees to be his best friend’s man of honor, he never considers that his ex, Mateo, will be there too. Which is ridiculous, because Jennifer is marrying Mat’s brother. Reid would never let Jen down, though, so he finds himself at the Leaning N Ranch with his two daughters and a whole lot of baggage about seeing Mat again.

Mat loves his baby brother and would do anything for him, including face the love of his life, whom he’s sure has moved on. When he and Reid come face-to-face after more than two years apart, they realize they’ve never let go. Now they have to do what they never could before—balance work, home, and children, while finding a way to come back around to each other’s love.

Hey, y’all! I’m BA Tortuga, resident redneck and cowboy fanatic. Come Back Around is the fourth in the Leaning N Series in the Dreamspun line. It’s the story of two estranged dads, a wedding, two little girls, and the universe conspiring to bring a family together.

This scene is the first time the two main characters, Mat and Reid are actually alone together after their breakup. *sniff*

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I still love you?

I miss you?

I might be happy with a blowjob?

Mat stared at him, eyes glinting in the light from the cabin windows. “I… I guess I’ll go check on the girls.”

“Okay. I… did you need something?”

“No. I mean, I heard you. I think. I was just checking.” Mat took a step toward him.

“I—” He leaned forward, the pain in his ankle sharp enough to make him wince.

“Here. Let me help you back inside, no? I didn’t mean to scare you.” Mat grabbed him and hoisted him right up.

“Oh.” He dropped his phone, the earphones popping out. “You Save Me” was playing. “God.”

Mat’s sharp intake of breath made time stand still, and they stood there, clutching each other, for endless moments.

“Papi? Why are you playing Daddy’s song?”

Lucia’s voice shocked them both, and Mat let go of him and down he went, agony slicing through him as his leg buckled and he smashed the hell out of his privates.

“Oh God. Luce, go get my ice pack from my little fridge, please?” Mat bent right back down to help him. “Sorry. Sorry. Jesus.”

“Did I break my—” Balls. “—iPad?”

“I don’t think so, querido. I think you’ll be fine.” Mat was laughing at him now. Laughing. Butthead.

He snorted, managing to rescue phone and iPad before limping to the bench.

“You don’t want to go inside?”

“Here, Daddy. Did you hurt your head?” Lucia came back with the ice pack.

“Uh… Matty?” He was just lost.

“Thanks, baby girl. Go check on your sister, and I’ll be right there.” Mat effortlessly took control. He always had. As soon as Luce disappeared, Mat had him up and moving again, lying on his bed in seconds. “Balls or ankle for the ice?”

“Like I can ans—ahh!” His eyes crossed as Mat pressed the ice against his sac.

“I know. But it will help. Give it a few, then switch it to the ankle.” Mat bent to kiss his cheek, stunning him into immobility, at least until Mat slipped out of his room.

He slumped back.

God hated him.

God really hated him, and he didn’t want to think about the state of the family jewels.

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Much love, y’all. 

BA

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About the author:

Texan to the bone and an unrepentant Daddy's Girl, BA Tortuga spends her days with her basset hounds and her beloved wife, knitting, and eating Mexican food. When she's not doing that, she's writing. She spends her days off watching rodeo, knitting and surfing Pinterest in the name of research. BA's personal saviors include her wife, Julia Talbot, her best friends, and coffee. Lots of coffee. Really good coffee.

Having written everything from fist-fighting rednecks to hard-core cowboys to werewolves, BA does her damnedest to tell the stories of her heart, which was raised in Northeast Texas, but has heard the call of the high desert and lives in the Sandias. With books ranging from hard-hitting GLBT romance, to fiery menages, to the most traditional of love stories, BA refuses to be pigeon-holed by anyone but the voices in her head. Find her on the web at www.batortuga.com.

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