Page 89 of Fixing to Be Mine

“I suck at this,” I mutter.

He grins, eyes locked on mine. “You’re doin’ fine. It’s not about perfect steps. It’s about how it feels.”

“How does it feel?” I ask, breathing a little shorter now.

I’m overly aware of every inch of him—his chest brushing mine, the scent of soap clinging to his skin, the way he holds me close.

“Like it’s meant to be,” he says and spins me suddenly, pulling me right back into him before I can even squeal.

I crash into his chest, laughing as I grip his shoulders. “Okay, that wasn’t a beginner move.”

“That was a cowboy move,” he says, smirking. “Had to make sure you were paying attention.”

“I’m paying attention,” I say, heart thudding, smile wide.

We sway in place for a few more beats, no music playing except the rhythm of our feet and the quiet thrum of something sweet and wild between us.

He dips his head, brushing his nose against my cheek, and his voice comes low. “Not sure if you realize this yet, but you’re a damn good partner.”

“Only when you’re leading,” I whisper, then laugh against his chest when I step on his toes.

“That’s true. But I think you’re ready,” he says, spinning me around again. “It’ll be fun.”

“I trust you,” I say, grinning wide. “Do I have time for a shower?”

“Yep, sure do.”

“Will you pick out my clothes?” I ask.

“Fuck yeah,” he tells me.

I flash him a grin and disappear into the bathroom and quickly shower.

By the time I walk into the bedroom, Colt is dressed in Wranglers and a nice button-up, smelling like temptation on legs. Several outfits are laid out on his bed, and he’s sitting next to them.

“Dealer’s choice,” he tells me, ankles crossed, looking so damn relaxed.

I drop the towel, and his eyes stay focused on mine.

“Tempting,” he says.

I smirk, moving forward, thankful that Kinsley and Summer gave me so many clothes. I slide on a blue jean skirt and a tank top, then move to the mirror in the corner. I swipe on a bit of mascara and lip gloss, then run my fingers through my hair to shake out the waves. No need to overdo it—he’s already seen me at my worst, and somehow, he still looks at me like I’m the only woman in the world.

Behind me, I hear the soft creak of the mattress as he stands.

“You look incredible,” he says, voice full of that easy warmth that makes my knees weak. “And you smell so damn good.”

I turn to him. “Thank you. I’m almost ready. Just need my boots.”

“I’ll get ’em.”

He walks into the closet and emerges with them in his hand. He places them in front of me like they’re something sacred. Then, without saying a word, Colt drops to one knee. I look down at him as he bows before me. He just smirks up at me, all relaxed confidence as he picks up the first boot. His hands slide up my bare calf, steady as he slips the boot on. Then the other. When he’s done, he smooths his palm over my shin and looks up at me with that unrushed stare that makes me unravel.

“There,” he says, standing slow and tall, blue eyes never leaving mine. “Now you’re ready to drive every man in that bar to drink.”

I step in closer, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Good thing I only care about one man’s attention.”

He leans in, brushing his lips over mine. “You’ve had mine since the day you walked into my life like a damn storm.”

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