Page 120 of Giddy Up, Daddy

The guys here are so different from the men back home, and I don't want him thinking I’m too high maintenance.

I curl my hair, spritz my designer perfume, tuck my lipstick and phone into an out-of-season clutch, and smooth down my dress. When I glimpse myself in the mirror, I think I’ve pulled it off. I almost look like I belong here. Almost.

And then the doorbell rings. Pasting on a smile I only half feel thanks to the swarm of butterflies in my stomach, I pull open the door.

Bo is standing there, dressed in the same uniform of fitted, ass- hugging jeans, a nice button-down and boots and a hat that look expensive. He’s every bit as gorgeous as I remember.

He smiles at me, and that’s when I notice. Standing next to him, with Bo’s hand on his waist, is a second man, every bit as hot as Bo himself is, but obviously younger.

What is going on here?

“Um… hi?” I can’t help that it comes out like a question as Bo pulls the man in closer, hugging him to his waist.

“Elle,” Bo greets me with an easy smile. “It’s so good to see you again. This is my boyfriend, Nate.”

The smile dies on my lips. The swarm of butterflies turns to a lead weight. I shift nervously. “Boyfriend?” I stammer. “I thought… I thought this was a date.”

I push out a breath, wishing the floor would open and swallow me up. Of course Bo is gay. He’s too handsome, too charming and too stylish not to be. All the good ones are, right?

The other man, Nate, quickly steps forward. “It is a date,” he reassures me.

His words make no sense.

“It’s a date, or at least we are hoping it’s still a date. We are hoping… that is we were wondering if you’d be willing to go out with both of us.”

The questions racing through my brain must show on my face because before I can say anything Nate clarifies.

“We’re bi. And we’re interested in finding a woman to share our love with. Bo might have left out that important fact, but he’s certain that the woman we want is you.”

What. The. Fuck?

I have to remind myself to breathe as the facts are revealed to me. What it boils down to is this: I have a chance to go on a date with not just one, but two gorgeous and charming cowboys. I should do it, right? If for no other reason than to say I did. An experience for the file of my life.

For the experience. I inwardly scoff at myself. If I’m being honest, I just stepped into the pages of my biggest fantasy. I should probably pinch myself to make sure I’m not dreaming.

I open my mouth and only one thought comes out. “Does Sadie know?”

Bo sucks in a breath. His smile fades, and he looks nervous before nodding. “She does, yes.” After a moment, he adds, “Most of the men here are in relationships already, with the other men here… But most are looking for a third. And as far as I am aware, yes, Sadie does know that.”

I slowly nod, mirroring the bobbing of his head. Suddenly Sadie’s protests make sense, even if her silence doesn’t. I’ll take that up with her later. For now, there’s only one thing left to say.

“Yes. I would love to go out with you. With both of you, I mean.”

Their nervous expressions melt away into huge grins, and Nate has disarmingly adorable dimples.

“Great,” they reply in unison. “Then, shall we?” They step forward, and each take one of my hands.

I guess I’m doing this.

Chapter Seven

Nate

“So, where are you from, and what brought you to Blue River?” I ask between bites of salad. I hate small talk, but it’s kind of crucial to dating and getting to know someone. But maybe that’s why I ended up with someone I’ve already known half my life.

Elle frowns, and I can see that she’s hesitant to share. “You don’t have to answer,” I quickly add. I hate making people uncomfortable.

“No, it’s okay.” She pushes lettuce around with her fork. “I’m from New York. The city. And well, I’ve been friends with Sadie since college. When she moved here, I missed her like crazy.”

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