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A Whiskey River Princess
Whiskey River Brides, #3
By: Theresa Oliver
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“You can bathe first if you like,” she replied, as she sat back down on the rocking chair. “Then we can rinse out the tub and fill it again. I’ll wait.”
He chuckled. “No, I meant that you can use the water first and then I’ll use the same water next. That is, unless you’d like to bathe after me.”
Gabriella looked at him appalled, and quickly shook her head. “No, thank you. That’s fine.” Then she walked into the utility room and closed the door behind her.
Dirk smiled as he shook his head, and then walked over to the stove to check the last two buckets of water. In a short while, he checked it and the water was warm, so he picked them up and went to the utility room.
Dirk walked in without thinking. He kept his head down as he carried the water, not noticing that she was already in the tub.
“What are you doing?” Gabriella shrieked, quickly grabbing one of the towels to cover herself. “Get out!”
Dirk looked up, startled. “What are you doing?” he asked, looking only at her eyes. “I told you the water was almost ready. Not that it was!”
She looked around, flustered. “I only heard that the water was ready. Now, get out.”
He held up the two buckets with ease. “I was just bringing in the last two buckets of warm water—”
“I said get out. Now!” she screamed, trying desperately to cover herself the best she could with the towel. “Never mind the buckets. Get out.”
A devilish smile spread across his lips as he raised one eyebrow. “Oh? You want me to leave the buckets?”
“Yes, and get out.”
“As you wish, your highness.” A smirk appeared on his face as he walked over to the tub and poured one of the buckets over her head.
She gasped and flailed her arms as the warm water rushed over her, looking like a drowned rat. “What did you do to me? Get out!”
He laughed. “You asked for it.” He poured the second bucket of warm water over her head as she flailed her arms, gasping. Then he carried both buckets to the door and turned around. “You know, it didn’t have to be this way.” As he walked out, he shut the door behind him, chuckling to himself.
“Vous êtes une brute sauvage!” Gabriella shouted, and then something hit the other side of the door and crashed loudly to the floor.
Other Books in the Series:
Whiskey River (Whiskey River Brides, #1):
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Amazon CA: http://amzn.to/2hpGV9A
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Mail-Order Husband (Whiskey River Brides, #2), releasing March 24:
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Amazon AU: http://amzn.to/2DzNKQh
Amazon CA: http://amzn.to/2DhqDMA