Page 10 of Save a Horse

“Sure, if you show me how.”

“Terrible idea.” I check behind her to ensure Mitch isn’t within earshot. I have no idea where he is, but he’s an idiot for letting her out of his sight for a second—not that I’d touch her if she’s his.

Amy takes a few steps closer until she’s within arm’s reach, and taunts, “Why? You can’t show aprincesshow to chop down a little tree? Because I fucked your friend? Or because you think I can’t handle you— It. Can’t handleit.Show me what I’m missing.”

“First of all, they aren’t little. Second of all… Don’t fuck with me, sweetheart.”

“I’m not fucking with you.”

My eyes narrow, even though my insides do a damn flip at her challenge. “You’re Mitch’s. You want a man to show you what you’re missing? Well, you’re barking up the wrong tree.”

“That has to be the worst use of the idiom I’ve heard in years,” she chuckles and I can’t help smiling at the infectious laughter. “I’ll make you a deal.”

I’m a fucking idiot for asking, but I do anyway. “What kind of deal?”

“Let me handle your marketing, and if you sell out in the next couple days, you get to show meexactlywhat I’m missing.”

“Not a chance.” I huff a laugh, shaking my head. This girl is trouble witha capital T.

Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she lightly licks her upper lip. They part slightly, almost as if she’s about to answer me, but thinks better of it. Then, without missing a beat, she pivots and saunters back to the main house… and Mitch. My best friend. Fuck.

I didn’t watch her do it, so I can only assume she sauntered…

Oh, I absolutely watched her perfectly round ass leave. What I wouldn’t give for another minute of her feistiness…

I’m the worst friend in the world, but the admission doesn’t stop me from imagining how good her tight ass would feel wrapped around my cock.

Mitch

Who does he think he is, traipsing around here like he owns the place?

Sure, he actually does own the place, but I made it clear as fucking day that Amy is mine!

Except she’s not… She’s leaving tomorrow.

My priorities are all fucked up. My attention is focused on a beautiful enchantress, when I should be worried about my friend’s farm.

I’m almost finished setting everything up and counting the till when Amy walks in looking as if she wants to murder someone. Jasper probably snapped at her, but I have a feeling she snapped right back. She doesn’t take me as a woman who backs down from a challenge.

“Everything okay, Aces?”

Her eyes soften as she blows out a long breath. “Yeah, I’m fine. Need help with anything?”

“No.” I glance around the small shop space. “We open in thirty minutes. Everything seems to be ready.”

Amy holds out a sweatshirt from the stack to get a better look at the farm logo, then refolds it. “This place is cute; I can see why everyone would want to get their trees from Jasper and not some makeshift lot in front of a market.”

“I hate that it might be his last year. The opening weekend accounts for over half the sales for the season. It’s part of the reason he’s on edge.”

“What’s the other reason?” she asks with a smirk. “He has a stick up his ass.”

“More like he wants his stick upyour ass,” I grumble to myself.

“Aw, are you nervous the hot cowboy is going to steal me away for a little anal?”

I snatch her by the waist and sit her on the counter. Standing between her legs, I lean in to whisper beside her ear, “He can fuck your ass if you want, but your sweet cunt is all mine.”

Her breath catches. “You’re awfully possessive for a man who met meyesterday.”

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