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“We’re supposed to do pattern work with the futurity prospects today. You asked me to help you.” Her attention returns to Drake. “But it looks like you’re busy.”

“No, no. I’m ready to ride.” Even if I totally forgot about our plans to do so. I send a pointed look to the man responsible for distracting me. “He was just leaving.”

“I wasn’t,” Drake interjects. “You on a horse is always a sight to see. It’s been too long.”

“Am I interrupting?” Paisley glances between us but makes no move to offer us privacy.

“Nope, we—”

“Just finished,” Drake cuts in.

“Good grief,” I mutter.

Paisley laughs. “Heck of a reunion.”

“You have no idea.” Drake blows me a kiss.

My face goes up in flames. “Well, this has been fun…”

The blonde bombshell parks her hip against the dining table. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Wasn’t talking to you.”

Drake drops his jaw. “Are you trying to get rid of me?”

I huff. “Maybe you can get dressed.”

“Kinda hard when you’re wearing my shirt.”

“Just try your best. Please,” I add through clenched teeth.

“Always do.” Drake saunters toward the stairs but pauses to give my butt a soft spank. “Don’t miss me too much, beauty.”

The women aren’t in the kitchen when I return downstairs. Their whispers lead me to a cozy room at the opposite end of the house. The space is designed for cuddling on the couch to watch a movie or hiding from a certain someone who isn’t familiar with the floor plan.

I smirk while studying Cassidy huddled in a secretive formation with her cousin. They aren’t aware that I’ve found them, which allows me to admire the sassy redhead at my leisure. She changed clothes in the five minutes I was gone. Snug jeans conceal the toned legs that were very recently draped around my waist. The denim molds to her round ass like a wet dream, especially in her bent position. A stretchy crop top does the same ample service to her breasts, as if offering them to me on a shelf.

A pleased rumble announces my presence. The hushed tones cut off instantly and the women whirl to face me. Cassidy’s cheeks are flushed, displaying the freckles on a map to hergetting caught. Paisley smiles as her gaze noticeably dips to my groin. Satisfaction spreads through me. The fact that my cowgirl couldn’t wait to share intimate details about me might as well be a marriage proposal.

“Um, hi. You found us.” The uncertainty in Cassidy’s voice stretches my grin wider.

I close the gap separating us, drifting a thumb along her blush. “Were you talking about me, beauty?”

“Yes,” she breathes. Her lashes flutter, but then she straightens. “I mean, no. Freaking dicksand. Why would we be?”

“It’s been an eventful morning.” I rock on my feet.

Paisley giggles. “That’s putting it mildly.”

Cassidy nudges her cousin. “Zip it.”

“I’ll warn you now,” the blonde drawls. “It’s unlikely I’ll ever shut up about this.”

“Just great.” Cassidy rolls her eyes, catching sight of my outfit in the process. Her blink is slow as she gives me a once-over. “Is that…?”

“Yours?” I pluck the cotton tank practically glued to my chest. “Figured it was only fair seeing as I gave you mine to have and hold from this day forward.”

“Oh, my,” she exhales.

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