Page 33 of Cowboy Seeks Husband
“What the hell? Are you going to tell me when it’s time to bone them too?”
“As a matter of fact, yes.”
“You can’t do that.”
“Of course not.” Molly blew out an exasperated breath, placed her tea glass next to his on the counter, and crossed her arms over her chest. “All we’ll do is film a door closing behind you and whatever man you’re going to quote-unquote bone, play some cheesybow-chicka-wow-wowmusic, and we’re set.” Molly did a sweaty little shimmy Walker hoped to God he’d never have to witness again.
“That’s disgusting.”
“Nature of the beast. Now go do your cowboy thing and think about who you want to smooch tomorrow.”
“What’s the date?”
Molly smiled slowly. “The noodling one.”
Walker couldn’t help it. He began to laugh, throwing his head back. He knew exactly who he’d be taking on that date. And the kiss…eh, he’d deal with it.
