Page 6 of Curvy Nanny for the Cowboy

He shook his head. “I live here.”

“Right. Well, this place is pretty beautiful.” And for now, this view was all mine. “What about you, Hunter, what are some of your favorite things?”

His green eyes widened with excitement. “I like horses a lot, and I have a pony. His name is Peanut Butter.”

“What a cute name!”

“Yep. Daddy let me name him.” He flashed a proud smile that was contagious. “I wanna be a rancher like Daddy. Oh, and I love mac & cheese. It’s my favorite,” he said, drawing the word out into about seven syllables. “My mama went to heaven when I was little.”

My heart broke for the little boy and his father, but death was something we all had to learn to cope with, which meant we needed to learn to deal with that sadness. “I heard, and I’m sorry to hear that, but the best way to make it hurt less is to talk about the people in heaven so we remember them. Maybe you’ll tell me about your mama sometimes?”

“Okay!” He picked up his sandwich and bit into it with a big bite that looked so much like his dad that I couldn’t help but smile.

“You’re good with him,” Colton whispered. “He’s usually a cool customer when it comes to new people.”

“Understandable, but I have four older brothers, so I know the boy brain. Some, anyway.”

Colton sent a killer smile my way, and I was grateful to be seated because my legs were mush. A man that gorgeous ought to be illegal.

And I got to see him every day, for the next two months anyway.

Chapter4

Colton

One week with Molly under the same roof as me, and it was even worse than I thought. In fact, having her around was pure fucking torture, and it had both nothing and everything to do with her. She was great with Hunter—bubbly and encouraging, allowing him the independence he craved while helping him along the way. She’d wrapped Amelia around her finger, and the ranch hands were all halfway in love with her.

But that wasn’t the worst of it, not by a long shot. She wore plain clothes. No, they were beyond plain—just simple jeans and t-shirts, some days with the occasional flannel—but she made them look as erotic as sexy lingerie. The fabric hugged her close, highlighting every dip and curve of her hourglass figure, and every fucking day I was powerless not to notice. How could I not when she bent over to teach Hunter the best technique for cutting a sausage or a slice of toast, and all kinds of other tricks that women somehow just knew?

I grunted as I added more hay to the pens for the goats with more force than necessary. The sun was shining at full energy, making it hotter than Satan’s tits out, which I could deal with if I had something other than Molly on my mind. But those damn t-shirts kept popping into my mind and the way they hugged her fleshy tits, which were a C-cup, possibly even a D-cup. She was a beautiful woman with golden blond hair that hung down her back when it wasn’t in a ponytail or a long braid. Those big green eyes gave away everything she was thinking.Because she’s in her twenties, my conscience pricked.

The truth was, back when I was her age, I might’ve overlooked her kind of beauty. But now that I was older, wiser, and more mature, I appreciated those curves so much that they invaded my thoughts every other minute of the day.

“What in the hell did that hay ever do to you?” My ranch foreman, Wyatt’s deep gravelly voice interrupted my thoughts, the amusement in his tone inescapable.

I bit back a smile and turned to him with an arched brow. “It pissed me off, that’s what. You got a problem with that?”

Wyatt raised both hands, his toothy grin a bright white contrast to his sun-beaten skin. “Not at all. Just curious if it’s the hay or the pretty new nanny.” Wyatt laughed even louder. “She’s causing quite the stir around here.”

“Yeah, I know,” I growled as my temper rose, and the hay took the brunt of my frustration. She’d had one dinner with the guys, and all it had taken was a few dozen misshapen cookies made by her and Hunter, and they were eating out of her hand. Vying to make her laugh and regaling her with stories of life on the ranch. And it didn’t escape my notice that she was right about Hunter feeling like he was one of the guys.

“And that’s a problem?”

“Who said it was a problem?”

Wyatt let out another burst of laughter that echoed in the goat enclosure, clapping me on the back as he doubled over. “Damn man, you’re wound up tighter than a pig’s asshole.”

“Thanks for that,” I grumbled while he continued to laugh. If he hadn’t been my closest friend for the past ten years and the best damn foreman in the state, I would’ve knocked him on his ass. “You done?”

“Almost.” He held up a finger and kept laughing, straightening and swiping tears from his eyes. “Ah, shit man, I needed that. So, are you gonna stake your claim, or are you gonna be stupid?”

“She’s half my age,” I shot back. It was the truth.

“So we’re going with stupid, then.” He shook his head. “Well, this is gonna be fun, then.”

I glared at Wyatt, but he wasn’t fazed at all. “She’s young, and she works for me.”

“I hear what you’re saying, but what I haven’t heard you say yet is that you’renotstaking a claim on her.”

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