Page 170 of Things Left Unsaid

“How am I supposed to let him go to town on my pussy if he has filthy hands?”

“Did you forget that he has a mouth for a reason?”

“He gets oil all over his face too.”

I laugh but it morphs into a sigh over Colt’s prowess on horseback.

“What are you doing?” she demands.

“Spying on my husband.”

“Oooh, you ‘my husband’ed him again. What’s he doing?”

“Riding a horse.”

“You’re such a cowgirl.”

“Since when is that a crime?”

“Since your idea of porn is watching a man ride?—”

“Without a saddle, Tee. Without. A. Saddle. Remember?”

“Oooooh. That changes things. Man, I bet he has the best thighs.” She clucks her tongue. “Don’t worry. You don’t need to ‘my husband’ him.”

“You watch too many rom-coms.”

“No such thing. You don’t watch enough. If you did, you’d see this whole arranged marriage as an opportunity.”

“An opportunity?!”

“Yeah! You’re married to a hot, wealthy rancher who wants you to have his baby.

“Honey, in a dating real-estate market where men who don’t wash their hands or face want to date you, Colton is a Catch.”

“Capital ‘C’?”

“You know it. What’s he wearing?”

My cheeks flush. “You did not ask me that!”

“I’m setting a scene!”

“What do you think he’s wearing? Short shorts? He’s a rancher!”

The bickering helps calm me as is often the way with us.

“A sexy one.” She whistles. “I’ve decided that you should marry him for real.”

“We’re already married.”

“I read this book yesterday and the sex, Zee, thesex. If Colton’s capable of that, then you need to keep him.”

“Colt is not a character in a book!”

“He could be. You know he’s good in the sack. He’s too kind not to be. Any dude who’d agree to IVF when you’re fine as all get-out is too generous not to have a similar mindset between the sheets.”

“You can’t attribute?—”

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