Page 8 of A Cowboy Sugar Cookie Kiss
Chapter Three
MAGGIE
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THE DELICIOUS COWBOYwants to mash and dash.
Again.
And I can’t think of a good reason not to.
Maybe I could, if his finger wasn’t warming my flesh and lighting my core on fire.
Did my tongue just dart out and moisten my lips?
Did his eyes just glance down and watch every second of it?
His lips curl upward into a damn sexy smirk. “It looks like you’ll be finding me.” His voice comes out in a deep, husky grumble.
“I won’t be finding you.” There’s no conviction behind my words. And he only chuckles like I’m a silly little girl. I feel like a silly little girl. A silly little girl crushing on a fine-looking cowboy.
“See you around, peeping Tom.” He breaks our connection.
Too quick.
Too easy.
The breath I hadn’t realized I was holding painfully swooshes out of me.
My eyes ignore my pleas not to watch him leave. But I can’t tear my gaze off his tight ass and wide shoulders. Plus, his jet black Stetson gives me all the feels.
What the hell is wrong with me?
“Maggie! You coming?” My sister holds open the elevator. Everyone else is inside. Watching us.
Shit.
Horny makes stupid.
And I’m horny, and frisky, and turned on to no end.
I skip to the elevator. “Thanks.” I pass my sister and wind up wedged inside between her and the cowboy. I’m aware of every rub and glide against his side. At least Wilma and Faye knew to stand between my grams and Fred.
“The Hill suite has three bedrooms and the Gray suite has two bedrooms. We didn’t think it wise for the two families to share a suite.” Wilma sounds like a voice-over commentary. “The kitchen schedule was tight this year, so you have tomorrow and Wednesday to bake. Thursday morning the kids come to decorate the cookies. Thursday night, the committee arrives to package. Friday is all yours to enjoy the lodge. And Saturday is the event.”
Five days.
Four nights.
Separate suites.
I don’t see an issue keeping my distance from my onetime mistake.
“Y’all have a six o’clock reservation for five at The Crunch Corner.” Wilma slashes my plans. “It’s a buffet so bring your appetite.”
“I’m ravenous,” Cole says. I know he’s not referring to food.
