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That someone is me, and I’m going to end up hurt no matter what happens.
I still force out the words. “Just sex, right?”
Sally blinks. My pulse thumps.
Ask me for more. Please, God, ask me for the world so I can give it to you.
Instead, she nods. “Just sex. Yeah.”
“Okay then.” I slap my leg in an effort to distract myself from the sudden pain inside my chest. “You got a lot going on today?”
“I do. There’s a new journal I should read, and a surgeon Ireally admire just released a podcast episode. I haven’t done laundry in—sheesh—way too long. And Dad’s always on call, so I like to be around to help out if he needs me.” She bites her lip. “But if you gave me an excuse to bail, I totally would.”
“How about…” I pretend to think it over as I grab her hand again. “You need to come check out the herd with me. Weather’s good, and I saw a couple of heifers lingering at the back of the pens yesterday. I need you to triple-check that they’re not sick.”
“Sounds serious.”
“It’s not. But it’ll give us an excuse to go for a ride.”
Her lips twitch. “What kind of ride?”
“Whatever kind you want, sugar.”
She rolls her eyes. “Jesus, you are a living, breathing one-liner.”
“It ain’t a line if it’s true.”
Those eyes flash. “Okay, I can’t tell if you’re actually joking or not.”
“Finish your coffee”—I nod at the cup in her hand—“then find out.”
CHAPTER 14
Sally
FRIENDS MAKE EVERYTHING BETTER
“Since you’re a gamblin’woman now,” Wyatt says, threading his horse’s reins through his gloved hands, “how about we race for some money?”
I’m on Penny, the appropriately named copper-colored mare I usually ride when I visit Lucky River Ranch. Wyatt and I tacked up at the horse barn, and now we’re headed out into the glorious fall morning.
“We forgot to collect our winnings last night, didn’t we?” I say with a smile.
Screwing an eye shut against the sun, Wyatt lifts his hips so he can dig into his front pocket. The motion draws my gaze to his thighs, which strain against the broken-in, faded denim of his Wranglers.
An image flashes across my thoughts—the muscles in those thighs tensing as Wyatt pumps into me, his breath warm on my ear as he murmurs,Only you, Sunshine. You’re the only one I want.
Then again, he made it perfectly clear he just wanted sex. As much as that hurt—as much as I wish he’d asked for more—more is not in the cards. I have to get over that. I will getover that, if only so I can enjoy what Wyattiswilling to give me.
He holds up a wad of cash. “Sawyer grabbed it for us and dropped it in my mailbox late last night. Winner gets double?”
Wyatt is six-two, so he’s got long legs. But they’re thick, too, and so well-muscled that I can see the bulbous outline of his quadriceps through his jeans. The man is shredded, and?—
Oh my God, I really do get to see him naked, don’t I?
When? How? And what kind of delicious damage can be wrought by those quads?
Ever since he told me in no uncertain terms that he wanted to continue what we’d started last night, I’ve been wondering how it’s going to go down. Part of me hoped he’d throw me over his shoulder and take me right to bed after we finished our coffee.