“Her?”
“Yes. She’s a badass woman like her owner,” she says with a smile.
“I don’t doubt that.”
She opens her hand and her keys are in it. She does something to her keychain and a small blade appears. Using it, she opens the wheel locks for me.
“You sure you know what you’re doing?” she asks but there’s no doubt in her tone. This is her attempt to talk to me and be all up in my space. I’ll answer what the fuck ever she asks.
“Fa sho’ I do. I can promise you I’m very good with my hands.” My eyes roam her body and I can almost feel my hands on her thighs.Shit!
“Then show me,” she says teasingly. “And hurry up. I think Phoenix is getting tired of being tied to that post.”
“I got you but she’s good.”
I quickly unlock and remove her lug nuts, remove the shredded tire and replace it with her new spare. Surprisingly, she stays kneeled down with me the entire time, helping by passing me the lug nuts and wrench when needed. As we work, Lab finesses her friend.
“I feel like I should pay you or something. The stupid BMW app still has an ETA of an hour and you’re already done,” she says when I stand. “Thank you so much.”
“I couldn’t leave you out here with that tire like that. What kind of man would I be?”
“Like these other nig…ones,” she huffs then grins sarcastically, almost to herself but I catch it.
We walk back to her trunk and I place her jack, wrench, and wheel locks back inside. She grabs a pack of wipes from the smallcompartment in her trunk and passes it to me. I gladly take the pack and use several to clean my hands.
“Thanks.”
“You’re welcome. But look,” she begins then presses something on her cell and pulls a card out of the back. She passes the card to me and I read it in disbelief.
“Quinn Jaxson, Director of Branding, Jaxson Boots. Sexy and with brains. I like that shit,” I admit and I swear her pretty ass blushes.
“Because of you, I’m going to make it to the barbecue tonight.” She closes her trunk then steps a little closer to me. After placing her manicured hand on my chest, she stares into my eyes. “Tonight, let’s talk. We would love to sponsor you,” she says before stepping back. “Be careful on the road and see you at the rodeo.” She blesses me with her beautiful smile then walks to her door. Her shoulder intentionally brushes mine when she tries to pass and I lightly grab her arm.
“A feral horse couldn’t keep me away from you,” I tell her.
With amusement and curiosity in her eyes, she asks, “What’s feral?”
“Me.” I smirk then let her arm go. I walk over to Phoenix, untie her, then start toward my ride. Lab is right behind me.
“I can’t hold ya but see what I always say, bad bitches always run in pairs,” Lab says as soon as we’re back in my truck.
“Quinn is more than a pretty face and banging ass body though,” I admit as I replay the last thirty minutes in my head. She’s living in it and I can’t stop thinking about her. “She gave me this.”
I place Quinn’s business card on my middle console then start my truck. He grabs it and slowly reads as I pull off. I glance his way while I check my side mirror. He reads the card again then shakes his head.
“Damn! Jaxson muthafuckin Boots. That shit landed right in your lap. Getting them is huge so you know what that means.”
“What?”
“Hands off. I saw how you were looking at her. That’s all that shit can be, looking no touching. You need their sponsorship more than you need your damn dick wet. You need another training horse. You can work Phoenix too much and another horse trainer would be nice too.”
“I got this. I know exactly what I need.”And I fa sho’ need her.I meant what I told her. There’s nothing that can keep me away from her, not even Lab’s words or a potential sponsorship.
“Alright, nigga. I said my piece. I would do anything to be in the position you’re in. You’re competing, ranked, and one of the biggest sponsors in rodeo just landed in your lap. For so many, that’s a dream. Hell, it was mine. An accident fucked me up. Don’t fuck yourself up.”
“Trust me, cous. I got this. I’m going to make the best decision for me,” I tell him and he nods.
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