Page 8 of Ride 'em Cowboy

It was her turn to suppress her mirth.“Maybe.Do they still do that?I thought that was more of an eighties thing.”

Wyatt nodded solemnly.“No, I’m pretty sure there’s still some around.I used to be pretty good at riding them.I’ll have to find one, and you can come to watch me ride.”

Mac beamed at them, oblivious to the undertones.“I knew you two would hit it off!”He glanced down at his watch.“Hate to introduce you and run, but I have the men’s Bible study down in the blue room in ten minutes so I’d better go set up the coffee.I swear they show up more for that than my insight into Genesis.”

Fiona laughed.“I’ve tried your coffee.I think I can safely say it is not the kind people rush to get a second cup of.”

Wyatt nodded in vigorous agreement.“Unless your coffee-making skills have improved since our army days, I second that.”

Mac grinned.“Well, in that case, those guys must really love the Bible!Show him around, Fiona, and give him the apartment keys.We can sort the rest out tomorrow.”He headed for the door.“Gotta run.See you later, Wyatt, and see you in the morning, Fiona.”

Fiona watched as her boss hightailed it out the door, leaving her alone with the one guy she’d never thought she’d see again.

She looked up into those sexy eyes.“Well.”She cleared her throat.“This is a little awkward.”

Wyatt nodded solemnly, but she could see the twinkle in his eyes.“It is.I didn’t take you to be a…” His voice trailed off.

Fiona raised one brow.“A what?A church secretary?”He hardly had room to complain.“I thought you were a bad-assed biker dude with a cowboy hat.How was I supposed to know your best buddy was my boss, the reverend?”

“Hmm.”He gave an exaggerated sigh.“I guess we both have a little explaining to do.”

“Or not.”Fiona walked behind her desk and opened the drawer where the extra keys were kept.“Last night was a onetime thing.It didn’t mean anything.We could just pretend it never happened.”

Wyatt’s brows shot skyward at Mach One.“You want to pretend I don’t know how well your breasts fit into the palms of my hands?”

“Shhhhh!”Fiona strode across the room and stuck her head out the doorway to make sure no one was within hearing distance.“You can’t say things like that!”Satisfied that they were indeed alone, she glared at him.“Someone might hear you!”

“I’ll be quiet if you promise to have dinner with me.”

“Seriously?You’re going to blackmail me into having dinner with you?”

He nodded.“Unless you’d rather go straight to the good stuff?”

Fiona frowned.“The good stuff?”

A slow, sexy smile spread across Wyatt’s face, and she could feel the heat rising in hers as she realized what he was inferring.“Okay.Dinner.But that’s all!”She grabbed the key to the janitor’s quarters and practically rushed out the door.“Your new digs are this way.”

Wyatt sauntered out behind her, forcing her to slow down to wait for him.“So you sing in the choir?”

Fiona looked over her shoulder.“Yes.”

“And you’re Mac’s receptionist?”

She shrugged, turning down the short hallway that led to the suite.“Yes.That’s my official title.I act as the receptionist, I book the hall rentals, I look after the correspondence and the bookkeeping and pretty much anything else he needs me to do.”

“He’s lucky to have you.”

She glanced up sharply.The words were softly spoken, with a ring of sincerity to them.

“I’m serious.You seem like a very nice woman, and just because you felt the need to go out and find someone to spend the night with does not make you a bad person.Hell, I was there too and just as willing to participate.We all have our needs, and I never did believe in the double standard.We’re both unattached so it shouldn’t be an issue.Having said that, I realize it would be awkward for you, actually for both of us, if our little night of passion became common knowledge so I’m willing to pretend it never happened and start fresh.Deal?”

Was he serious?Could she trust him?Her track record with the male of the species didn’t seem to warrant it, but Mac obviously liked the guy and Mac was one of the few truly good men she’d ever known so maybe…

“Sure.Deal.”She gave him a tentative smile and turned to the oak door in front of her.“Here we are.”She unlocked the door and pushed it open.“No one has stayed here since the last custodian, Henry, left us last year.We’ve been using a contract service since then but I know Mac really wanted someone to live-in.More handy for emergencies, you know?Plus it’s better for security.”

She was rambling.Damn.She needed to get a grip.Just because he was every bit as sexy as she remembered did not mean she had to act like some lovesick schoolgirl.She was a mature woman.An adult.With a job.Responsibilities.

And a real appreciation for a well-hung cowboy!

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