Page 65 of Bull Riders Don't Swoon

“Aww, I’m so happy to see you guys together.” Riley sighs and Griff grumbles something I can’t quite hear.

“Thanks. I know it’s weird but…it’s right.”

Griff’s lips tilt in a tiny smile, and he shakes his head. “I ordered for you. We haven’t been here long.”

Gabe wags his finger between us. “Is this new? You weren’t together last year at the rodeo when I was here, were you?”

“Nope. But we should have been.” I drape an arm over Griff, and he smiles back at me. The lines around his eyes crinkle, and his gaze is all for me.He’sall for me and I wish I’d have seen this sooner.Sometimes love sort of bites you in the ass, though. Or kisses you in the middle of a bar and blows your mind.

Either way.

“Where are Hunter and Jackson?” Riley checks his phone before looking back at me. “He said he was right behind you.”

I’m about to reply, but the barista arrives with my coffee and two blueberry custard tarts.

“Griff, you spoil me. Two?”

“It was the last two they had, and I knew you’d want a second one if we were here longer for an hour.”

Griff does this little shoulder shrug, like he doesn’t know me better than myself sometimes, and I press a kiss to his lips and linger there.

“I love that you spoil me with blueberries.”

Griff laughs and playfully grabs my shirt and pulls me closer. “If I knew all it would take was blueberries to win you over, I’d have done it sooner.” He pecks another kiss on my lips before letting go, and I straighten to find Riley clutching his hands to his chest in absolute glee.

“You two are so fucking perfect. This makes me so happy.”

Riley is still grinning as I take a bite of my tart.

“Do you think Jackson could grow blueberries for me in that gardening setup he has?” I ask Riley.

“I don’t actually know if he could. But I could ask.”

We chatter on a bit more, but the whole time, Gabe is tuned out, and it feels almost rude. He’s not even listening to the conversation, so I turn my head to find out what he’s looking at.

And all I see is Hunter and Jackson at the counter and I know he’s not eyeballing Jackson. Interesting.

“So, Gabe. Are you in town for long this time?”

He snaps his gaze to mine, and I smirk. Yeah, I caught you looking, big guy.

He raises an eyebrow, cool as a cucumber, and his gaze shifts back to the two men while he speaks. “I might be here longer than expected.”

Riley, who had been talking to Griff, chimes in. “He might be staying, actually. Permanently.”

“No shit? I thought you were a city guy and hated all the big trucks and animals in these parts.”

Riley laughs with far too much enthusiasm, and Gabe finally gives us his attention.

“I don’t hate the animals. That’s not true.”

Jackson and Hunter arrive, and I lean back and watch with amusement as Riley gives his seat to Jackson and snuggles on his lap, while Gabe shifts to create extra space for Hunter and raises that damn eyebrow again.

Hunter would rather sit on the floor, I think.

“To answer your question, Jamieson, while I may be ‘city,’ as you put it, I like the small-town vibe, and I like the animals so far. Especially the wild ones.”

Hunter stiffens and stares into his mug like it’s the most fascinating thing in the world.

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