Page 19 of Her Cowboy Christmas
Inside, I read the menu to Blair quietly as we wait to order.
“Thanks,” she whispers with a grateful smile.
“Of course.”
I order for us and pay, and we stand to the side as we wait for our food.
“You should’ve let me pay,” Blair complains.“I’m supposed to be making up this favor, remember?”
“Oh, yeah.I forgot.You can get it next time,” I lie.I want to pay.I want to take care of Blair and give her everything she wants and needs.
Our number is called, so I grab the food and Blair’s hand and lead her back out to my truck.I ask her about her day as we drive to the ranch and usher her inside.
“Brrr,” she says, shivering as we step inside.
“I’ll build a fire.”I kneel in front of the fireplace to stack wood and light a match.The wood catches fire, instantly heating the room.
Blair sets out the food in the kitchen, and we sit and dig in.Blair moans around a bite of her burger, and my cock hardens in my jeans.
Goddamn.She’s so hot.
Her blonde hair is pulled back in a messy bun.It’s so cute to see her go from polished and professional to relaxed around me.
“Ready to tackle the igloo?”I ask.
“I’m not sure how much help I’ll be,” she admits.
“Well, I plan to cut out the opening, then build the base.We should be able to bend the two pieces of plywood to fit them into the base to create a curved roof.”
“Okay, that sounds good.What do you need me to do?”
“Can you mark how big you want the opening to be?”
She grabs a marker.“Sure.”
I watch as she concentrates on marking where she wants the opening, then drag myself away to get started on the base.
We talk while we work.Blair tells me about her day, her friend Larsen, and this TV show she’s obsessed with.We talk about the movies and shows we love, as well as our favorite music and books.I learn that Blair loves music and audiobooks and has a wide range of tastes.
“Winter is your favorite season?”I ask as we finish up for the night.
“Yeah!I like the snow.It never snowed in Los Angeles.”
“But it’s freezing here!”
“I don’t mind.I like wearing hoodies and sweaters.It’s comfy.”
“That’s true.”
“What’s your favorite season?”she asks as we walk to my truck.
“I’ve always liked fall.The cooler weather but not freezing.”
“That’s my second,” she says as I help her into the passenger seat.
“Summer is the worst.”
“Oh, for sure!”she agrees.“So hot and humid.”
