Page 8 of Her Filthy Cowboy

Wyatt chuckles. “Yeah, this bar is a local favorite. The owner used to play in the majors. Pretty much everyone in town comes to this place.”

Melody’s eyes get even wider as she scans the crowd. “Looks like it. It almost feels like a night out in New York City.”

“Except you don’t have to deal with New York prices.” Jace chimes in with a grin.

It’s Thursday night, and the four of us have just arrived at The Pitcher’s Brew, a local bar in Cooper Hills. I’m not usually much of a bar guy, but Wyatt insisted that all of us come out to celebrate Melody’s first official week living in Wyoming.

As we weave through the bustling crowd, I can’t help but notice a cluster of women across the room eyeing me.

Their gazes lock onto me, clearly trying to catch my eye and get me to come over. Buckle bunnies, no doubt. I give them a polite wave, making sure my gesture is friendly, but deliberately keep moving. It’s not that I don’t appreciate the attention, but tonight isn’t about that.

I’m also not interested.

There’s only one woman I want. And I’m counting down the minutes until I can see her again.

Finally, we find an empty corner booth in the back. Melody, Wyatt, and I slide in while Jace heads to the bar to grab us a round of IPAs.

Melody sighs dreamily as she shrugs off her jacket. “Yeah, I can see why people like this little town. It’s definitely got charm.” Then she beams up at Wyatt. “Not to mention the hottest cowboy I’ve ever seen.”

Wyatt growls possessively and kisses her on the lips. “And the hottest city girl I’ve ever seen.”

I roll my eyes at their PDA, but can’t help but smile.

The door to the bar swings open, and my other brother Luke strides in. “Look who finally decided to show up,” Wyatt calls out. “Thought you might’ve gotten lost on the way.”

“Sorry I’m late.” Luke slides in across from me. “Had to drop Maisey off. She’s going to her first sleepover with girls from ballet class.”

“Awww.” Melody’s eyes light up. “I remember my first sleepover. Was she nervous?”

Luke chuckles and shakes his head. “Nah. My baby girl is fearless. You should’ve seen her face. She practically bounced out of her seat the whole drive there.”

Melody grins. “Those parents don’t know what they’re in for. A whole pack of giggling ballerinas? I hope they have enough wine.”

We all laugh, and Jace returns with our drinks. Wyatt raises his bottle and looks down at Melody with a soft look in his eye. “To Melody’s first week in Wyoming. Cheers, baby. Welcome to the family.”

“Cheers!” we all echo before taking a sip.

I take another swig of my beer, trying to focus on the lively conversation around me. But it’s no use. My mind keeps drifting to Savannah.

I have no idea why she agreed to spend the night with me if she lost that damn horse race. Maybe it was the thrill of the competition. Or maybe she feels this electric pull between us too.

But honestly? I don’t really care why.

All I know is that Savannah Sullivan is mine.

She just doesn’t fully realize it yet.

The thought of having her all to myself, even just for one night, has been driving me crazy. I wonder what she’s doing right now. If she’s thinking about me the way I’m thinking about her.

I keep imagining how she’ll look tomorrow when I pick her up for our date. Will she wear her hair down or pulled back in a ponytail? A sexy dress that hugs her curves or tight jeans that make her ass pop? Part of me hopes for the dress, just so I can slowly peel it off her later.

My cock twitches in my jeans just picturing it. I shift in my seat, trying to adjust myself without drawing attention. I need to get my head on straight before I embarrass myself.

Just as I’m taking another sip of beer, a flash of chestnut hair catches my eye.

Savannah.

What the hell is she doing here?

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