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“Cooling off in it once we return from our ride will be nice.” He strode up behind her, put his hands on her shoulders, and turned her to face him. “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes, please.”

He grinned as he lowered his head and pressed his lips to hers. He lifted his lips slowly, placed his forehead against hers, and stared into her eyes. He groaned when her arms wrapped around his neck and she leaned against him.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“What’s JoJo a nickname for?” He grinned when she laughed.

“Maybe I’ll tell you one day.”

“I hope so. I want to know everything I can about you.”

“Same here.” She stood on her toes and gave him a quick kiss.

“I didn’t know what you wanted on your sandwich, so you’ll have to make it. I’ll get the lunchmeat out,” he said as he led her back to the kitchen.

“Okay. Do you have lettuce?”

“Yes, ma’am. Everything you’d want. Make yourself at home. I’ll make mine up too.”

They worked in comfortable silence while they made their sandwiches. Once they finished, Brett put the food in another bag and looked at her.

“Are you ready to head out?”

“Yes.”

He walked to the pegs, removed his hat, and placed it on his head.

“Do you have a hat?” He frowned.

“It’s in the car.”

Brett nodded and skimmed his eyes down over her blue T-shirt, jeans, and booted feet. Cowgirl through and through.

“All right. Let’s head to the barn and saddle the horses. Oh, do you like to fish?”

“I love it.”

“Great. I wanted to take a couple of poles with us but wasn’t sure if you fish.”

“I have since I was six. My dad taught me.”

“How was his birthday?”

“Wonderful. I’m sorry I couldn’t see you last night.”

“Me too, darlin’, but we have time. As I said, family is important. Let’s go.” He opened the backdoor and nodded for her to go, then he wished he hadn’t because he couldn’t keep his eyes off her ass in those tight jeans. He had to stop. It would be damned uncomfortable if he had to ride with a hard-on.

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JoJo stepped onto the porch, then down the steps to her SUV. She opened the back door, reached inside, and removed her hat. After placing it on her head, she turned to look at Brett standing on the porch. He was the total package. A cowboy from head to toe. His hat sat low on his forehead, the white muscle shirt hugged his broad chest, and his jeans looked as soft as butter. On his feet were distressed boots. She sighed.Yep, all cowboy.

“Looks good on you, sweetheart.” He jogged down the steps and sauntered toward her. “I bought two horses yesterday, so take your pick.” He took her hand and led her to the barn.

She walked to the stall and saw a beautiful black and white Paint. Reaching over the gate, she murmured to the horse and smiled when she blew in her hand.

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