Page 28 of A Cowboy Sugar Cookie Kiss
“Are you saying you believe in their magical mayhem?”
I run my thumb over the side of her cheek. “I’m saying they were right not to make one. She wasn’t the woman for me.”
You’re the woman for me. I want to say the words, but I can’t. It’s too soon. It’s impulsive. But deep down, I know she’s my destiny.
“We barely know each other.” Her gaze lands on my lips.
“We’ve known each other forever.”
Her eyes find mine. “You know what I mean.”
“I know it’s been a long time since I’ve let anyone in. Since I’ve wanted to let anyone in. I had fun with you last night and today.” Why do I feel like I can tell her these things? Personal feelings I don’t ever share.
“Me too.”
“More fun than I’ve had in a long time.”
“Me too.” She turns to face me. Her body presses against my front, warming every last inch of me. Her green eyes flicker hunger.
“Kiss her already!”
Maggie jumps away from me at Faye’s high-pitched shriek.
Shit.
We drive back to the lodge and unload the supplies. Maggie stays in the kitchen while I park my truck. I walk across the driveway to a side door close to our suites when I hear shouting. I recognize my granddad’s voice. I jog around the perimeter of the lodge. I find the old man shirtless and waving a lamp over the balcony. Betty throws a pillow from her balcony. It whacks my granddad in the head before falling over the ledge and landing at my feet.
Bloody hell.
Chapter Seven
MAGGIE
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NOTHING HAS EVER SIDETRACKEDme from baking in the same degree as this sexy cowboy.
