Page 72 of Knot Your Problem, Cowboy
He goes still. Stone still. “You what?”
I smirk. “Oops?”
“Sophia—”
“Guess you’ll just have to keep wondering.”
He shifts in his seat like it physically pains him, then leans back with a groan. “That’s just mean. Are you serious?”
“I don’t know,” I say lightly, fluttering my lashes. “How serious is your reaction right now?”
He mutters under his breath, just loud enough for me to hear, “Jesus, I’m gonna wreckyou.”
The words punch low in my stomach and coil heat through my core like a lit fuse.
“And I’m about two seconds from dragging you back to the truck to check for myself,” he adds.
“Better be quick, cowboy. I’m slippery.”
His eyes flare, and I know I’ve won this round. He’s suffering, and I feel spectacular about it.
That’s when Brittany chooses to finally flounce off, hips swinging like she’s in a country music video, flipping her hair in a full one-eighty that nearly smacks a passing toddler.
Cash shifts in his seat and glances over just in time to find me watching him like he’s personally responsible for my unraveling.
“What?” he says, brows raised. “Why do you both look like I kicked your dog?”
“Just admiring your people skills,” Walker says cheerfully. “Hell of a talent. But you missed out on something way more interesting.”
I shoot him a warning look, instantly suspicious.
He ignores it. “Turns out our girl here forgot something kind of essential when she got dressed today.”
“Walker.” I say it low. Dangerous. But not nearly deadly enough, apparently.
Cash narrows his eyes, suddenly very focused. “Forgot what?”
Walker leans in even closer. “She’s not wearing anything under that dress.”
Cash’s gaze snaps to me, slow and sharp. “Is that right?”
His hand starts to reach for the hem of my dress, fingers brushing close to my thigh.
I swat him away without hesitation. “Don’t think so.”
He chuckles, low and dark. “Can’t blame a man for trying. But is it true?”
“I-I’m not—this is not up for public debate,” I stammer, my entire body going thermonuclear.
Walker smirks. “Pretty bold, though, if it is true. Coming out in a crowd like this, nothing between you and that little sundress but fresh air and confidence.”
“I call her bluff.” Cash leans in, just enough to invade my space in that maddening way he does. “You jealous of Brittany because I didn’t pay you attention or because she got to stand close and you didn’t?”
“Neither,” I lie with the strength of a thousand liars. “Why would I be jealous? There’s nothing going on here.”
“Oh?” Walker repeats with mock thoughtfulness. “That’s funny. Because last I checked, we’re scent-matched. All three of us.”
“And don’t forget,” Cash adds, his smile going slow and wicked. “I still owe you a lesson in what it means to be claimed.”
