Page 68 of Look at Her and Die

Because my man was on the back of a horse, shirtless in the pair of the tightest Wranglers that I’d ever seen, riding around a paddock with another horse in front of him.

He had a saddle on the beautiful horse, but nothing else, as the three of them rode in circles.

I stopped at the edge of the fence and climbed it, twisting around like I’d seen a lot of men do in my time visiting Posy at his ranch, and parked my sweaty behind on the upper rung.

He caught the movement, but he didn’t slow.

What he did do was flash me a beautiful smile that did all kinds of things to my heart.

And that smile was the only thing I could see because his baseball cap was pulled down low over his eyes, shielding them from the sun.

I found that I loved the hats Posy wore.

I loved when I caught him in his cowboy hat.

I loved even more when I caught him with his backward baseball cap.

But man, when he had that hat facing right, and all I could see was that sexy grin of his, it seriously did things to my insides.

He rode around the paddock for a few more minutes before he came to a slow trot.

Then, he slowed fully, coming to a stop right in front of me while he allowed the horse in front of him to run to his heart’s content.

“Whatcha doin’?” I questioned the moment he was close enough.

He leaned forward, the leather in his saddle creaking and his dog tags falling freely in front of him, before placing his lips on mine.

I leaned in, and he cupped the back of my head to deepen the kiss before saying, “Workin’.”

I rolled my eyes as he let me go, my lips tingling from his touch.

“Is that right? I would’ve never guessed,” I drawled.

He winked at me, which once again set my heart aflame.

“I’m getting this little fella used to a saddle,” he expounded. “Generally I like to give them some time with it on their body, but not with a person on it, before I start putting any weight on them.”

“Makes sense,” I said.

“What are you doing here?” He lifted his hand and dragged his pointer finger from the hollow of my throat to the top of my bra, dipping in only slightly to my cleavage.

“I was excited,” I leaned in and whispered. “I’m a millionaire.”

He snorted. “We already knew that.”

“I got the bank account set up, and they deposited the cash.” My eyes widened. “I’m like…overwhelmed.”

He grinned. “I can imagine.”

God, his grin was so damn sexy.

“I was thinking how excited I was, and that I wanted to share it with you.” I grinned. “So I ran here.”

“How much time do you have?” he asked. “I was about to take my lunch.”

“On the back of your horse?” I teased.

Because that’s what he usually did when he wasn’t with his club or with me.

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