Page 29 of Forever C*cky

“Tanzy… Your fiancée was Tanzy Klossman… the actress…” The truck stops suddenly and I jerk forward on the seat. He turns to me and I see him nod. His lips are tight. “Falcon Donovan…” I slap my knee and mutter out loud, “How stupid of me… I knew something was familiar…” My eyes travel over his face. He does not look happy. “You were a model…”

He exhales and his hands tighten on the steering wheel. He stares at me. “Yes, I was… And yes, that’s right. I was a model and I was engaged to Tanzy Klossman…

“That was a lifetime ago and now I’m just Falcon Donovan, part owner of the Double Down Ranch and filthy cowboy.”

He was an International Model… He was everywhere. His photo was in magazines… on billboards… on the side of buses… and now… he’s a rancher.

I vaguely remember the scandal. He was engaged to Tanzy Klossman, America’s then sweetheart, until she was caught having an affair with her very married, much older, co-star. She got pregnant for the actor while filming the movie… Her fiancée, Falcon, left her and left modeling… and then she left the actor after dragging them both through the tabloids with how ugly his divorce was. Now she’s always in and out of relationships with this co-star or that one. She’s also horrid to her baby daddy and constantly using the child against him.

Wow… Falcon was engaged to HER?!

He’s wrong though… Yesterday, he was a filthy cowboy that tied me up in knots. But today, after spending the day with him and hearing him talk about this place… his life… his love for this life… no, he’s so much more than that.

And… I’m fucked.

Because, I’m far too interested in everything Falcon Donovan… and I can’t lie to myself by saying I’m not.

I nod. “Well, ok then… that’s your story.”

His lips flatten again, “I’m assuming that information will make its way into your piece…”

Yesterday, it might have. But today, no… no, it won’t. This piece is not about gossip… And if I’m remembering correctly, none of what happened was your fault in the slightest.

Tanzy Klossman is a semi-talented, gold-digging whore who is always looking for her next meal ticket.

That is not what I’m interested in. TMZ can handle that shit.

Staring at him, I smirk. “You know what they say aboutassumptionsright, Cowboy….” I laugh. “I thought you were taking me somewhere to cool off. Sitting in this stopped truck is doing the opposite of that shit. I’m baking here and my under boobs are screaming for some relief from this damn heat.”

His brow raises and he cocks his head at me. “Did you just call me an ass, darlin’?”

I nod, “If the ten gallon hat fits…” I point. “Drive on to wherever you’re going. I’m melting and the Wicked Witch of the West is not a good look for me.”

Falcon

Eliza knows whoI am. She knows who Tanzy is. I knew she’d find out and I’m surprised that it took her this long to figure it out.

She also just said that I shouldn’t assume she was going to use that information in her segment. In fact, she just called me an ass for assuming that at all.

To say I’m shocked is a bit of an understatement. I laugh. “My hat is hardly ten-gallon.” I point at her head, also decorated by the tan hat. “Besides, you’re wearing one, too.”

She grins at me and mutters, “Well, yeah, I guess I am…”

Putting my truck back in drive, I chuckle and continue on toward the spot I want to show her.

I drive for about half an hour and the truck bounces and jerks as we cross the uneven ground. Eliza groans, “No one told me there were no roads out here. I feel like my ass needs extra padding for this ride. In fact, Duke told me that you usually do everything on horseback. Yet, I haven’t seen a horse yet.”

Is she really discussing her ass with me?

At what point did we reach this level of conversation!?

I mutter, “Eliza, are you really talking about your ass right now?”

She turns to grin at me and it’s so saucy that my foot lifts from the gas. The truck jerks and she laughs. “Let’s see, Falcon… We have made out against your truck where you touched the top of my ass. You slung me over your shoulder and slapped my ass while threatening to spank the hell out of me. And numerous times today, I’ve caught you looking at my derriere… So yes, we are in fact talking about my ass and the fact that your ranch is determined to bruise me!”

Tossing my head back, I laugh. It’s loud and rich.

But, if we’re comparing notes, darlin’.

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