Page 7 of Ride 'em Cowboy

Chapter Three

Fiona shuffled restlessly as she watched for the choir director’s signal.The final hymn was about to start, and then she’d have the whole day ahead to relax and relish the memory of last night.Wyatt had been an amazingly talented and focused lover.She hadn’t expected a biker to be quite so attentive to her pleasure.

She felt the heat rising in her cheeks as she recalled the number of times he’d brought her to orgasm, with his hands, his cock, and his mouth.The man was so good, she’d almost given in to the desire to ask personal questions, like maybe his phone number, but that was a slippery slope she didn’t want to start on.The next thing you know, there’d be a second night of awesome sex, and that might lead to a whole weekend full of amazing orgasms.

Nope.Not happening.The memory of last night should keep her going for the next few months at least.

She dragged her attention back to the present.The choir leader lifted her hands, and Fiona took a deep breath in readiness.“Morning Has Broken” was one of her favorite hymns.

The service was finally finished and Fiona gathered her music, slotting it into the holder in the back of the pew in front of her.

“Fiona?”

She turned to see Sasha, Reverend Mac’s daughter, hopping up and down on one foot.Fiona suspected the little girl never quite stood still.

She smiled at the child.“Yes?”

“Daddy asked me to tell you to come down to the office when you’re done.He has a favor for you.”

“A favor for me?”

Sasha frowned.“I think he said a favor for you.”She smiled, showing off the space left by two missing front teeth.“He said to come to the office.”

“Well then, you can tell him I’ll be along in just a minute.”

“Okay.”Sasha dashed off down the aisle, her pigtails flying merrily behind her.

Fiona shook her head.If only she had that much energy.She said a quick prayer and grabbed her purse.Since she worked as the church receptionist, the reverend often asked her for small favors such as picking up things on her way to work.He’d probably forgot to order kitchen supplies again and had a list for her.

She could hear the low murmur of voices as she turned into the corridor leading to the office.Hopefully, that meant she’d be able to find out what Mac wanted quickly and head home for a Sunday afternoon snooze.A night of amazing sex took its toll.

The door to the office was halfway open, and she knocked softly, not wanting to interrupt.

Mac must have been standing right there because he opened it immediately.

She stayed in the hallway.“Sasha said you were looking for me?”

Mac grinned.“Yes, come on in.”He gestured her into the office.“I want you to meet an old friend of mine.”

Fiona groaned inwardly but plastered a smile on her face.Maybe not so quick an escape.

“This is Wyatt, an old army buddy of mine!”Mac beamed, not noticing her suddenly pale features.“He’s agreed to be our new maintenance man.He’ll be staying in the apartment out back, and I thought maybe you could give him a tour of the place, help him get settled.”

He turned to the man on the far side of the room, the man she’d left lying buck-naked on a motel room bed less than five hours ago.“Fiona is our receptionist and general gal Friday.She probably knows more about this building and grounds than I do.”

Wyatt extended his hand, and to her immense relief said nothing about their previous meeting.“Nice to meet you, Fiona.I’d really appreciate you taking time to get me up to speed.I’m sure you don’t usually work on Sundays.”

How the hell did her one-night stand from fifty miles and four towns down the road manage to turn up at church the next morning?

The corner of his mouth twitched suspiciously.Nice to meet you?Apparently, he planned to pretend they hadn’t spent last night exploring each other’s naked, sweating bodies.Thank goodness for that at least.She wasn’t sure her position at the church would survive that kind of revelation.

She took the proffered hand and gave him her sweetest smile.“Nice to meet you too.Wyatt, is it?”

His hand was every bit as warm as she remembered it to be, and he held hers just a fraction of a second longer than necessary.“Yes.Wyatt, like the gunslinger at the O.K.Corral.”

She wrinkled her nose, assessing his casual jeans and T-shirt.“Interesting.You really don’t resemble a cowboy.”

His eyes twinkled.“Maybe if I had a straw hat?Or rode one of those mechanical bull things they have at some of the western-themed bars?”

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