Page 9 of Fix Me Up, Cowboy
I glance up. “Your property?”
There are two things I know about the woman in front of me. One, I’ve never fucked her, because there’s no way I’d forget her if I had. And two,holy shit. She’s gorgeous…and definitely not my type.
Not unless she’s naked.
My type is like the women around town. They dress in western clothing, often flaunting their bodies. They’re fun. Looking for a good time. Casual. But they also know how to get dirty.
Everything this woman isn’t.
Her pink, flowery sundress reveals curves and makes her legs seem never-ending. It brings to mind designer labels, with a price tag higher than most people’s monthly salaries. She probably sleeps in silk sheets and the bed is the only place she fucks. And I bet the idea of being entered from behind while bent over a bale of hay would disgust her.
So pretty much just like my ex-girlfriend.
The only difference is, Samantha was tall, blonde, tanned, and lived in stilettos. This woman has pale skin that has rarely seen sunlight, and her dark hair has a wave to it, like a ’60s pinup girl.
She also has a small scar cutting across the outer edge of her eyebrow, and a thick, jagged scar on her shoulder. Both are still pink, so they can’t be all that old.
“That’s right,” she says. Her small dog gazes at me, sizing me up as either friend or foe. Or a juicy steak. “My property. So do you have any particular reason for being on the ground next to my car?”
“I was worshiping it.” I run my hand along the vehicle’s rusty hood the way I’d caress a woman’s naked body.
The corners of her mouth twitch. “Is that so? Do you usually lie on the ground while worshiping cars that don’t belong to you?”
“Can’t say that I usually do, but I’m always up for an exception.” I wink at her.
“Okay, well, I’ll just leave you to your worshiping while I contact the police about you trespassing on my property.”
I laugh. “I don’t think the sheriff will be too concerned about me being here.”
“Why not? Oh, you’re not by any chance him? The Sheriff?”
“No, but he is a friend of mine. Well, more like family now. He’s the brother-in-law of my oldest brother.” He’s also TJ’s best friend.
“And does he not believe in upholding the law when the brother of his brother-in-law breaks it?”
“Well, given that I’ve spent more time on this property over the past twenty years than you have, he might not see it as trespassing. And how do I know you’re not the one who’s trespassing?”
“You have me there, Mister…?”
“You can call me Noah.” I wipe my dirty palms against my jeans and hold out my hand to her. “And just so you know, the car actually belongs to me. I just haven’t had a chance to move it to my ranch yet.”
The woman’s gaze drops to my hand. It doesn’t share the look of disdain that Samantha’s would have adopted, but it does hold an edge of uncertainty.
It only lasts for a second before the woman shakes my hand, her grip surprisingly strong, her skin soft. “Charmed I’m sure, Mister Daniels.”
“Ah, my reputation precedes me.” Which is definitely not a good thing. Not that it matters either way, since I can’t see her dropping her standards to roll around in the hay with me.
Not unless she’s looking for a distraction…much like Samantha was. I was nothing more than a mindless pastime while she was busy getting engaged.
“And what reputation is that?” A warm, teasing smile plays at the corners of her mouth.
I can’t help but smile back. “Take your pick. I’m sure you’ll come up with something good.”
“I daresay that I will. But right now, all I know is that you’re supposed to teach me about two horses that until an hour ago I had no idea I apparently own. And you’re telling me that’syourcar”—she points to the vehicle in question—“but my great-aunt bequeathed me her property and everything on it. So I don’t see how the car can possibly be yours.”
“She left you everything but the car. That, she left to me in her will. You can ask her lawyer if you don’t believe me, Miss…? Do you have a name?”
“It’s Kate. And this is Charlie.” She points to the small dog sitting next to her. “And yes, I’ll be double-checking your claim with her lawyer.”
