Page 20 of Forever C*cky

The knock onmy door at 4:30AM was not that unusual, but seeing Rowdy standing there holding several papers in his hands and looking frazzled was. He told me that one of the contracts we were waiting on came through with the terms wrong and he was going to have to get it fixed first thing or we were going to lose big. Then, he dropped the bomb that he was supposed to spend the day with Eliza McCormick and asked me to take her with me instead.

I immediately said no way, but then Rowdy caught a glimpse of momma way down the hall and called her over. Once he caught her up on what was happening, she said that I would be taking Miss Fancy Pants with me today and I was to act like the gentleman she raised me to be.

I didn’t miss the light of mischief in her eyes, I just chose to ignore it instead of responding.

So, here I am… watching Miss Fancy Pants walk past me out the front door, in jeans that hug every curve of her perfect body, so we can get into my truck and spend the entire damn day together, driving the left perimeter of the ranch checking the fence posts.

God help me… she’s going to bitch and moan all damn day long.

And, I swear I just caught her looking at my ass like kid looks at a vanilla ice cream cone on a sweltering Texas summer day.

Oh, so she tastes like candy and I’m almost certain I just caught her fixating on my ass…

Jesus…

Lord be with me today.

Either, I’m going to try to feed Eliza McCormick to the coyotes… or I’m going to forget my manners and take her over my knee… or pull her into my lap.

None of those things are a good idea, Falcon.

Just show her the ranch… that’s all.

The light scent of something floral hits my nose as she passes by me. Her borrowed boots tap on the floor and I wait for the anger I felt last night at the sight of her in Tanzy’s clothes to come… none does. Instead, my eyes follow her as she walks past me and out onto the porch.

She certainly wears them well.

So, I’m ok with her wearing Tanzy’s clothes and boots?!

It appears that I am… how unexpected.

Eliza looks over her shoulder and catches me looking her over. I expect a sharp retort from her viper tongue. Again, I’m left hanging.

She arches her brow and purses her lips as she says, “You just going to ogle me or are we actually heading out? Like you said, the day isn’t getting any longer. Stop dragging ass, stop drooling over my amazing ass, and come on.”

I grin at her and she rolls her eyes though I see a hint of a smile on her lips, “Your charm is wasted on me. I wouldn’t bother….”

A chuckle escapes my chest and I mutter, “Oh, darlin’. Today is sure going to be interesting. You sure you ready for this?”

She cocks her hip and flips her hair as she shields her eyes to look at me. It causes the shirt to tighten over her chest and her cleavage is showcased through the parted neckline. My throat tickles and I swallow to wet it. “Can you stop calling me darlin’? I’m ready for anything, Cowboy Cocky…” She squints and says, “But, I think you’re right. I need a hat. Where can I find one? Got a spare?”

Cowboy Cocky?

She thinks I’m the cocky one?!

She’s crazy.

But, she does need a hat.

Oh yes… today is going to be one that gets remembered.

Dear God, don’t let me be arrested for murder. I’d be much obliged.

I nod and hold up a finger. “Give me a second. I’ll grab one of Momma’s spares. Go on and get in the truck.” I smirk at her. “Might want to roll the window down. I don’t use the air conditioning.”

Her mouth drops open and she looks from me to sun to the window before yelling, “Are you serious?”

Nodding, I turn into the house without answering her.

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