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“I’m good.” The bartender arrives with my fries and holds them between us as he looks at us.

“Everything ok here?” Red stands and takes his hat, leaving without saying another word.

“Um, can I ask what that was about?” I pop a fry in my mouth and shrug.

“I think he offered to fuck me in Texan, and I said no in New York.” He laughs as I devour my fries and think about the whole interaction.

Burning chemistry hotter than the core of the sun. The sex would be so dangerously good we’d probably kill each other.

I gotta avoid him at all costs.

Chapter Three

RED

“She said no?” They never say no!

I slam the truck door shut, stare in the window of The Courthouse, and watch her talk to my fucking brother, who looks like he’s going to laugh himself to death. I’m sure it’s my expense.

Fuck she’s gorgeous.

I glare at Clayton. I don’t give a fuck that he’s gay and isn’t going to try and fuck her tonight. He’s still in her presence, and I’d take a deal with the devil to switch with him.

I want to wrap all those blonde waves around my wrist, bury myself inside her until she screams my name, and drown in her amber eyes until the sun rises.

And she fucking said no.

“Fuck this shit,” I snap out as I roar out of the parking lot and hit the first number that comes up on my display as I drive home.

“Hey, Red.” I’m not even sure who I called.

“Hi, Sugar. Busy?” I ensure my voice is nice and smooth even if my mind is nothing of the sort.

“Not really,” she giggles.

Fucking perfect. This is how women respond to me.

“Want to be?” It takes me ten minutes to get home and shower off the fight.

When my bell rings, I wrap a towel around my waist and decide against getting dressed. I won’t be needing clothes tonight anyway.

“Trixie,” I smile as I let her in.

“How ya been, Big Red?” I grin to hide my dislike of that nickname.

“Busy, Sugar. A cowboy’s work ain’t never done.” I wink at her as she blushes at my words.

“I haven’t seen you at church lately.” She would bring that up.

The last time I went to services was last year on Easter. It’s also the last time I fucked her in the parking lot of the church right after.

“You know how calving season can be. Leaves me no time to worship like I should. Hoping you can help me out with that tonight.” She shrugs out of her jacket and drops to her knees in a second flat.

“I think I got exactly what you need.” Her left-hand reaches for my towel, and the glint of an engagement ring catches the light.

“What the fuck is that?” I step away, and she has to throw out her hands to catch herself from facing planting on my floor.

“What?” She looks at her clothes like they’re dirty.

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