Page 35 of A Cowboy Of Her Own

Pushing to his feet, he pulled on a pair of sweatpants, T-shirt, and socks then headed for the kitchen. He stopped in the living room to see she’d settle into a recliner. “Anything particular you’re interest in eating?”

“I’m fine with anything you want. Do you need my help?”

“No, ma’am. Sit and relax. I’ll make a few sandwiches. Mayo or mustard?”

“Mayo, please.” She made to get up but he raised his hand halting her.

“Sit still. Damn, you are a hardheaded woman. I can make them. Cola fine?” She nodded. “Good. Be right back.”

The day moved into night and soon it was time for bed. He just hoped he could lie beside her all night and not take her hard and fast. Amazingly, later, when he lay behind her, with his arm around her waist, he realized he was just content to hold her. Her head was on his arm and her hand covered his. He could definitely get used to this and that thought scared the ever-loving shit out of him.

When Saturday arrived, he entered the house to see her in the kitchen making a cup of coffee. Hestrode to her, cupped her face in his hands, and kissed her. “About time you got up.”

“It’s only seven.”

“I’ve been up for hours already. How are you feeling today?”

“Much better.” She wrapped her arms around his waist.

“Still want to go to the dance tonight?”

“Yes, but I’d love to go buy a dress. Can I borrow your truck?”

“My truck? You want to borrowmytruck. Never ask a man if you can borrow his truck.”

Priscilla laughed. “Okay. Will you take me shopping then?”

Roark furrowed his brow. “Let me get you the keys to my truck.” When she burst out laughing, he grinned then handed her the keys. “I’ll put the address in the GPS for you. There are a lot of shops in Clifton, so I’m sending you there.”

“Is it far?”

“No, it’s on the other side of Spring City, which sits between Clifton and Hartland. Take your time. I have some things to do in the barn.”

“Can I get some pictures of you when I come back?”

“Sure. I have to drive the tractor to the west pasture and cut hay. You can go with me, if you’re up to it.”

“Great. Wait until I get back to do that, okay?”

“No problem, darlin’. I have plenty enough to do until then. Have a good time. Oh, if you can… go to the Clifton Diner and bring me back a hamburger. Tell Connie it’s for me and she’ll know how to fix it. You might want to get one for yourself. Best burgers in the world.”

“In the world?” she said with skepticism.

“You’ll see. Gotta go. See you when you get back. Be careful on the roads. Watch out for animals.” He kissed her forehead then walked out the back door.

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Priscilla ran to the door and looked out to see him striding across the dirt area, kicking up puffs of dust as he did. That sexy cowboy swagger made her want to call him back inside and ride him on the kitchen floor. Lord, she was in so much trouble. Roark Callahan was the sexiest man she’d ever known and once she left this place, left him, how could anyone ever replace him? Was it possible to fall for someone that fast? Stepping back, she told herself she didn’t even like cowboys. Shaking her head, that thinking was certainly gone for Roark had changed her mind on that.

After rinsing her cup out and placing it in the sink, she headed for her bedroom to dress before heading to town. She chose a pair of jeans with a green T-shirt that she knew enhanced her eyes. Slipping her feet into a pair of flip-flops, she picked up her purse, left her bedroom, entered the kitchen, picked up the keys to his truck, and then walked outside. She climbed into the big black beast that Roark drove and although not surprised, had to move the seat up to reach the pedals. After looking at the address Roark had entered into the GPS, she put her glasses on, shifted the big machine into Drive, and left the ranch to head for Clifton.

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“You let her drive your truck?” Roy asked from alongside him.

“Yeah, how else would she get there?” Roark asked in retort.

“You taking her perhaps.”

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