Page 42 of A Cowboy Of Her Own

Roark pulled back and raised an eyebrow. “Why’s that?”

“Oh, please. You know why. We’re going to make up for lost time. We haven’t had sex since yesterday, in case you forgot,” she whispered in his ear.

“Trust me, darlin’, I haven’t forgotten.” He kissed the shell of her ear making her shiver.

When the song ended, they made their way back to the table. The Callahans loved teasing each other but she could feel the love. She watched as a woman approached Jaxon and asked him to dance. Priscilla looked at Roark and raised an eyebrow.

“She’s a guest. This is the only time they allow any fraternizing with guests, but only if the guests asks them to dance. I know Jaxon is never happy about it but he won’t turn a guest down.”

“I see. Everyone in your family is terrific.”

“Thanks,” Roark said grinning then he frowned when he saw Devin standing beside his chair. “Go away.”

Devin laughed. “Okay, but only if Priscilla will dance with me.”

“Damn you, Devin,” Roark growled at him.

Priscilla laughed. “I’d love to dance.”

Devin smirked at Roark then took her hand and led her to the floor. When the band started playingCraving Youby Thomas Rhett, Priscilla was sure Devin would turn back around since it was a fastsong. She was so wrong. He spun her all around the floor and she couldn’t stop laughing. The man could certainly dance. Once the song ended, they walked back to the table and Devin gave her a bow then walked around the table to take a seat. She swore she heard Roark grumble something.

“Did you say something?” she asked Roark, trying not to laugh.

“No. Damn Devin. He makes all of us look bad just because he can dance.”

“Oh, come on, cowboy. I’d rather slow dance one dance with you than a hundred fast dances with Devin.”

“Glad to hear that. Let’s dance.” He stood and put his hand out then led her to the floor then wrapped his arms around her as they moved together to a slow song.

“Can we go now?” she whispered in his ear.

“Damn straight,” he said, grabbing her hand and pulling her toward the exit.

“Shouldn’t you say goodnight to everyone?”

“Hell, no! We’re just going to disappear.”

Two tall, gorgeous men stopped in front of them just as they exited the barn. Priscilla was sure all the sexy men of the world lived in Montana as she looked at them. They were grinning big as they stared at Roark. She heard him mutter something under his breath and she couldn’t help but laugh.

“Well, well, well… who do we have here, Roark?” one of them asked.

“This is Priscilla Butler, a writer for Western Cowboy magazine. Priscilla, this is Gage and JD Beckett. They live in Hartland and are friends of mine or were unless they let us get going.”

She laughed along with the men. “Hello. It’s niceto meet you both.”

They stood about the same height as Roark and had dark brown hair, and amazing ice blue eyes. Each one shook her hand in turn. Damn, the men around here were truly hot.

“Gage and JD are bull riders, and Gage is also a great bulldogger,” Roark told her.

Gage grinned. “I’m touched.”

“Great, then get the fuck out of my way,” Roark growled at them and pulled her hand to walk around them. The men laughed and stepped aside.

“Have a good time… getting that…articlewritten,” JD called out behind them.

“Damn, fucking smartasses,” Roark grumbled making her burst out laughing.

They were almost to the truck when a happy looking couple stopped them. She snorted when Roark swore under his breath.

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