Page 11 of Lasso Lovebirds
“Alright, cowboy,” Sky said. “Where to next? Oh, I meant to ask—should I move my van somewhere?”
“We can move it to the garage if you want. That’s where I park the truck.”
We fell into step next to each other and I matched my strides with theirs. My legs were a lot longer, so we ended up in an easy walk on the gravel road past the horse barn, then the regular barn, until we came to another fence. This one had a gate though, and I unlatched it, the metal screeching on its hinges as we went through.
“We’re having a bonfire tonight,” I said. “If you want to join us. I think Boone is whipping up s’mores.”
“That sounds wonderful,” Sky said.
A comfortable silence settled between us as we made our way to the roundabout in front of the house. The van sat there, with the keys still inside.
“Want to see it?” Sky asked.
I had to admit, I was curious. The van was like something out of theTwistersmovie.
“Sure,” I said.
Sky opened up the side door, revealing the inside. I leaned in, humming as I took in the equipment. “I trust everyone on this ranch with my life, but we probably should have put this in the garage yesterday,” I winced. “Some of this looks pricey.”
“Some of it is,” Sky said. “Most of it is photography equipment.”
“How long have you been doing this?” I asked.
“About three years,” they said. “I got out of college and hit the road.”
“Is it rude to ask how old you are?” I asked.
Sky snorted. “Maybe, but I don’t care. I’m twenty-six. You?”
“Thirty-five . . .”
They wiggled their brows. “An older man.”
I shook my head and braced my hand on the top of the van, leaning against it. “You’re trouble, aren’t you?”
The corner of their mouth tugged. “Maybe sometimes.”
Maybeallthe time.
“Well,” I mumbled. “Let’s get the van moved, and I’ll show you the garden. I’m sure Pris is already over there.”
Sky nodded. “Sounds like a plan to me.”
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There wassomething sexy about a woman who knew her way around a tractor. In fact, I was pretty sure Pris was awakening something deep inside me.
I swallowed hard as I leaned against the fence next to Beau, the two of us waiting patiently as she turned it off, hopped out, and walked over to us. She was wearing jeans, boots, a button down denim shirt, and a cowgirl hat—her appearance mirroring Beau’s.
Over the last day, I’d discovered I really had a thing for denim shirts.
The tension between these two was something else. The longer I was here, the more I saw it. But, I was pretty sure both of them had yet to broach whateverthiswas.
It wasn’t my business, really, but I also liked them too much for my own good. So of course, I wanted to see them happy. And then being a polyamorous romantic, I very much wanted to see them together.
Beau cleared his throat. “Howdy.”
