Page 11 of Ride 'em Cowboy

“Not a problem.”Now was her chance to find out a little more about her sexy cowboy.“He seems like a nice enough guy.So what’s his story?”

Mac shrugged.“Not much to tell.Wyatt and I were in the army together.When we got out we went our separate ways, but I ran into him at that tent revival thing I went to a few months back.Had a few beers, and got to talking.Seems like he’s been drifting since he got out.He’d been dating a girl in his hometown for a few years before he got called up.They were exclusive, but not engaged or anything like that.The girlfriend moved on while he was away in Afghanistan and neglected to tell him.When he got home, he found them in what he thought was his bedroom.It hit him kinda hard.Not like they were serious, but he felt betrayed.Everything in his hometown reminds him of her, so when I offered him a job up here, he jumped on it.Now we just need to make sure he stays.”

Fiona could have kicked herself.Of course, she remembered Mac going off to the tent revival meetings, in the same town where she had very brilliantly gone looking for some action.Still, how was she supposed to have realized that a guy who frequented religious gatherings also went barhopping and bull riding on Saturday nights?

Then again, who was she to talk?She worked for the church all week, went trolling for one-night stands on Saturdays, and then sang in the choir on Sundays.She just didn’t expect anyone else to live that kind of double life.

“Fiona?”

She looked up to find the reverend staring at her.

“Huh?Yeah?”

“I asked what you thought of him.Wyatt.Sometimes he comes across as a little rough around the edges but really he’s a super nice guy once you get to know him.He’d give you the shirt off his back.”

She tried to quash the mental image of a shirtless Wyatt.“He seems okay.We didn’t spend a lot of time together yesterday.He needed to get settled in.”

Mac gave her a quizzical look.“Of course not, but I’m sure you’ll see lots more of him once he starts work.He’s going to take this week to get the lay of the land and start next Monday.If you think of anything that needs to be done, just make a list and give it to him.”

Fiona gave a rueful snort.“It’s going to take him a while to catch up.We’ve been patching and making do for quite some time now.”

“True.I have to run now, so if you could just drop the posters in my office that would be great.”

“Okay.”Fiona followed him out into the hallway and then headed down toward the parking lot and her truck.

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The posters were already packaged and ready when she got to the print shop.She hefted the box in her arms and headed back to her truck.She’d had to park three blocks down from the store.Ever since they’d put in that trendy new coffee bar, parking on this street had become a nightmare.

The throaty growl of a motorcycle coming down the road behind her sent a sensual chill down her spine.Surely Wyatt hadn’t followed her from the rectory?And why didn’t that thought piss her off nearly as much as it should?

A cherry-red Yamaha V Star 650 roared past her, leaving her to cope with sudden disappointment.As if she’d hoped he’d follow her.Damn, she was starting to obsess over this guy.

Not good.Not good at all.He was a guy, first strike against him.By some bizarre quirk of fate, he’d shown up after what she expected to be a one-night stand, and had the nerve to be even better in bed the second time around.And he hadn’t blurted out anything about their tryst, or their second one for that matter, to his best buddy the reverend.Her boss.

She hated to admit it but he might actually be a good guy.Not all men were like her ex.Following the disaster of her marriage, she suspected she might be incapable of trusting anyone ever again.After all, her ex had seemed like a real nice guy too.

Until he wasn’t.

She looked over at the tables outside the coffee shop.Most of them were full of the younger crowd, talking and laughing, the girls flirting and the boys flirting right back.She vaguely remembered being that young and carefree and full of hope.Funny.When she was with Wyatt, she almost felt that way again.Young and full of hope.Not exactly innocent but then innocent was overrated.Sex was way more fun when both participants knew what they wanted and how to get it.

She smiled to herself.The man definitely had the whole sex thing down to a science.

“Fiona!”

Oh great.Now she was hearing him when he wasn’t even here.She glanced around just to make sure.Nope.No Wyatt.She shifted the posters to her left arm and rummaged around in her purse for her car keys.One of these days someone was going to invent a car key that just appeared when you needed it.It would save a whole lot of time.

“Fiona!Didn’t you hear me calling?”Wyatt jogged up to stand beside her.

She stood there, key in one hand and a box of carnival posters in the other.Where the hell had he materialized from?“Yes.No.”She managed to get the door open and shoved the posters onto the passenger seat.“I thought I heard my name but I didn’t see you.Are you stalking me?”

Wyatt leaned on the side of the truck.“Could you blame me if I was?”He eyed the beat up old truck.“Brings back memories, doesn’t it?”

She tried not to laugh.She really did, but he just looked too cute, and too hopeful leaning on the old Chev.“What memories?We had a quickie in a parking lot after a few drinks.Hardly the kind of thing you want to remember the next day.”

“On the contrary.”He moved quickly and she suddenly found herself caged between two very muscular arms.“I remember an amazing sexual encounter that was over all too fast.Luckily for me, the lady was willing to give me another chance to prove my worth as a bed partner.”

He lowered his head to capture her lips in a fleeting kiss that left her tingling in parts that really shouldn’t be tingling during office hours.

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