Page 2 of Her Filthy Cowboy

Savannah glares at me. “I can be objective.”

“Really? Because last time I checked, your family hates mine.”

She crosses her arms over her chest. The movement makes her tits strain against the fabric of her T-shirt. “I’m a professional, Brody. I can put my personal feelings aside to do my job.”

I drag my gaze back to her face. “I also thought they’d send a reporter who actually lives in Wyoming.”

Savannah’s chin juts out defiantly. “I moved back last week. Not that it’s any of your business.” She snatches a pen and notebook from her bag. “Look, can we just get this over with, please? I don’t like this any more than you do.”

I can’t help the smirk that tugs at my lips. “Who says I don’t like it?”

Her green eyes flash with irritation, and I feel a thrill zip through me. Riling up Savannah Sullivan has always been my favorite hobby.

I cross the kitchen and yank open the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water. “Thirsty?” I hold one out to her.

Savannah eyes it warily before reaching out to take it, her fingers brushing against mine. Electricity crackles at the contact. I wonder if she feels it too.

“Thanks.” Clearly agitated, she twists off the cap and takes a swig.

I lean my hip against the counter and cross my arms. “Your daddy know you’re here?”

Savannah frowns, the bottle hovering at her lips. “Not exactly.”

I raise an eyebrow. “Care to elaborate?”

She sighs, setting down the water. “He knows I took a job at theFit Mountain Monthly. He just doesn’t know my first assignment is... you.”

“I don’t think this is a good idea, Savannah. I don’t want your angry brothers showing up here and causing problems.”

Savannah rolls her eyes. “I can handle my family, Brody. I’m an adult. I make my own decisions.”

The whole thing with the Sullivans started way back, but it really blew up about twenty years ago.

We were in the middle of this nasty drought, and Dad stumbled onto this underground water source on our land. We started using it to keep our fields green and our cattle happy.

The Sullivans, on the other hand, were not happy. They said that the water ran under their property, too, and they should get a piece of the action. It went to court, and we won fair and square.But old man Sullivan just won’t let it go.

Savannah’s voice breaks me out of my thoughts. “I was thinking we could start the interview with some basic questions about your rodeo career, then move on to your life on the ranch.”

“I have a better idea.” I set my own glass down on the counter. “How about we take a ride around the property?”

Savannah raises an eyebrow. “A horseback ride? That’s not exactly standard interview protocol.”

I flash her my most charming grin. “Since when have we ever been ones to follow protocol?”

For a moment, Savannah hesitates, and I can practically see the wheels turning in her head. But then she nods.

“Fine. But I’m warning you—I’m not going easy on you with these questions. No matter how pretty the scenery is.”

I laugh. “I wouldn’t expect anything less from you, sweetheart. Let’s go saddle up some horses.”

We head out of the kitchen through the back door and step into the sunshine. The warm rays hit my face, and I take a deep breath, inhaling the sweet scent of freshly cut hay.

“I saw your brothers when I first got here,” Savannah comments as we walk past the barn. “I can’t believe Wyatt actually has a girlfriend now. I remember we all thought he would be single forever.”

I chuckle. “Yeah, they just met two days ago.”

Savannah looks at me with surprise. “Two days ago?” She shakes her head in amazement. “I swear, the Walkers really did a number on this town.”

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