Page 2 of Fool for You
“Oh, I mind.” I raised a brow and watched her walk away.
“Maybe”—she flipped around—“if you would get your ass off the gate and saddle a horse, I’d be more inclined to talk to you.”
She passed me, each time teasing me more and more.
She had to know what she was doing to me.
Damn this woman.
She was going to be the death of me.
“So,” I slipped my hands in my pockets as I walked up to Quinn.
It was done. She had been here for months, and she was officially finished using the arena.
The girl who had occupied my mind was leaving.
And I never got her.
“You’re leaving.”
Quinn glanced at me, those eyes still creating that magnetic pull, her hand still firm on her white horse’s reins. “Yup.”
“I take it you’re coming back?” I took a step forward.
“Why would you assume that?” She raised a brow.
Frowning, I looked at Cash standing at her trailer. The man was moving here, most likely marrying my sister…he was Quinn’s trainer…it made sense in my mind. Plus, I wanted to see her again. And again. And again. “Isn’t Cash moving here?”
“And that would determine me coming back, why?” She stepped beside me, her horse’s coat grazing my side.
“I mean, unless you’re finding a new trainer—”
“I’m not.”
“That means you have to be coming back here to train.”
“Maybe he’s coming to me?”
The horse’s hoof hit the trailer with a clang, and she led him inside. I couldn’t help but stare as her body moved. Her small waist, the curves in just the right places, as she bent and tied the lead to the hook. She flipped her long brown hair to the side, exposing her shoulders. Damn, she was sexy, but it was more than that. And I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. She wasfeisty, determined, controlled, everything I wasn’t. And I was intrigued. I wasn’t ready to let her go just yet.
“Okay, Quinn,” I sighed, trying to drop all demeanor that Iwantedher. The normal pick-up lines weren’t working anyway. It was time to up my game. “I know you’re heading out, and I know you are going to a rodeo, but I’d really like to take you out. Let me buy you a drink at least—”
Quinn jumped from the trailer, her waves bouncing over her shoulder as her laugh filled the air, until her face turned serious as she put her hands on her hips. “No.”
“Why not?” I took a step forward, almost trapping her by the edge of the trailer. Her horse whined, the echo filling the metal area. “I’m a good guy, Quinn, and I think if you gave me a decent shot, you’d see that.”
Quinn’s eyebrows rose, her forehead crinkling as she stared at me in complete disbelief. “A good guy?” she repeated.
“Yeah.” I leaned forward, coming closer to her as I placed my arm right above her head, leaning on her trailer. “I have references if you’d like.” I smiled down at her, loving how much shorter she was than me. I could pick her up and hoist her over my shoulder. I could hear her laugh now.
“Wyatt Hartwell, you are not a decent guy,” she said sternly as her palm found my chest. She pushed hard, making me fumble back. “I know exactly what you are.”
“And what’s that?” I asked, my brow furrowing.
She heaved a sigh and straightened her back, and when her emerald eyes met mine, they were just as feisty as the rest of her. “You’re a playboy who, rumor has it, is checking off the Miss Rodeos from every state. Call me a prude, but I’d rather not be with a man who has slept with fifty-plus women. You are handsome, I’ll give you that, but you think you’re irresistible. Let me tell you, you’re not. You’re childish—very childish—and Wyatt, that’s a turn off. I donotwant a man who doesn’t have aspeck of dirt on his jeans and”—she waved her arm up and down, gesturing to my pressed jeans—“you are more starch than man. And last, I’ve been here for weeks now, and all I’ve seen is your sister, brother, cousin, and Cash work their asses off while you sit on the sidelines and go to The Steel. Yet you call thisyourranch. All you care about is who is keeping your bed warm and how soon you can announce at the NFR. Man up, Wyatt, get over yourself, and then maybe—” She scoffed. “Nah…not even then.”
Then she turned, dirt flying around her boots, leaving me alone in the entrance to the stable.
