Page 30 of A Cowboy Of Her Own

“He’s young though.”

“Yeah, but he loved Bethany more than anything. Who knows?”

“I can’t wait to meet them.”

“No questions for them though. Especially Jaxon. Got it?”

She saluted. “Yes, sir. Is the distillery the only place to employ that many people? I mean, I know Spring City isn’t very large.”

“Less than a thousand people but no, it’s not the only place. I mentioned Ash Beckett to you before… he employs quite a lot of people at his ranch. He grows feed for cattle and horses. Then there are his brothers, JD and Gage, who own Beckett boots and that factory is just outside of Hartland and employs close to five hundred people. Clifton has the most people though, at fifteen hundred so I suppose they’re capable of employing the most. The rest of the people work their farms and ranches.”

“Good information. I think I’m going to have a good article.” She smiled.

Roark chuckled. “Good. I’m going to make us some hamburgers. Is that all right with you?”

“Sounds perfect, but I have to pee.”

“All right.”

“You have to go with me.”

“Okay but let me start the burgers first.” Once he cleaned the grill and put the burgers on it, he walked toward her, put his hand out to her, and she took it. “Come on then.”

“Oh wait… I have to get my toilet paper.” The heat spread across her cheeks as she retrieved her necessities.

Roark nodded when she returned then he led her to a spot in the woods and turned his back. She hurried and did her business then stood and walked to him.

“Do you have some water I can wash my hands with?”

“Yeah, in a bucket. I can smell those burgers so we’d better get back before an animal steals them.”

“Are you kidding?”

“No. Animals will smell food cooking and follow their noses.”

“I hate camping,” she muttered as she followed him back to the campsite. She looked up to the sky to see thousands of stars twinkling then just as quickly, she tripped on a branch and fell into the back of Roark almost knocking him down. He spun around and caught her before she fell. “Thanks. You’re quick with your hands, Roark.”

“When I need to be, and slow when I want to be.” He winked at her.

Priscilla laughed and wrapped her arms around his waist looking up at him.

“Kiss me, please. I love how you kiss.”

“I love how you taste.” He grinned then chuckled when he saw the blush she felt steal across her cheeks.

“And you say I’m bad.” She rose up on her toes and kissed his lips then he took over, and deepened it. His hands moved down to her ass and he squeezed it making her hiss in a gasp. He raised his head and looked down at her, his eyebrows furrowing with concern.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you but I can’t seem to keep my hands off your ass.” He rubbed hishands on it.

“It’s all right. I’ll heal. When we get back, I’ll get in that hot tub of yours. I just dread the ride back.” She nibbled on her bottom lip.

“You told me you could ride.”

“I didn’t expect to have to sit in the saddle that long. I’ve only been on thirty minute rides.”

“Holy hell, Priscilla. You should have told me,” he snapped as he stepped away.

“You didn’t tell me how long we’d be riding,” she snapped back suddenly feeling defensive.

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