Page 11 of Wrong Number Right Cowboy
Her eyes widen in shock.
“Don’t look so surprised, Sunshine.” I pull my hand free and enjoy her watching me suck her nectar from my fingers. “You know it’s always been you.Onlyyou.”
7
SAWYER
“Do you think it’s a sign?”Sammie’s gushing voice echoes, making me regret putting her on speakerphone. I should be safe, here in Boone’s bathroom—an ensuite was that onceours. But I peek out the door anyway, just be sure he isn’t lingering in the bedroom eavesdropping instead of cooking a later dinner like he said. The last thing that man needs is any more encouragement than I already gave him in the barn.
My entire body heats at the memory of that full-body orgasm.
At the way I made him come in his pants.
Has he really been celibate forfiveyears?
“No, Sammie. I don’t think this is a sign.” It’s a bold-faced lie. But the last thing I need is my drunk-on-love little sister getting some crazy idea and meddling in my love life.
“Being stranded at the ranchall alonewith your high school sweetheart? Yeah, I think it’s definitely a sign,” she says, sounding sure of herself.
“I’m sorry I left without saying goodbye last night,” I say for the third time, desperately hoping to change the subject.
“I’m just happy you came home for my birthday,” she says, sounding like she means it.
I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding, relieved that she went so easily for the subject change.
Because the subject of Boone Montgomery is far too complicated to tackle. With anyone.
As I’m towel-drying my hair, I realize I don’t have a change of clothes. I refuse to put my previous outfit back on for a third time. Especially since most of it is smeared with mud. Because it’s anyone’s guess how long it’ll be before the road out of here is open again, I decide to borrow some of Boone’s clothes.
“Well, it was certainly a birthday you’ll remember,” I say, tiptoeing into the bedroom. Thunder sits on the bed, glancing up at me but too lazy to move. Poor guy spent half the day under the bed cowering from the storm. Now that it’s just a steady rain, he can finally get some rest.
There’s an unexpected ache in my chest. The same one I felt when I learned Millie had passed. Thunder is older now, some of the hair on his face graying. If I leave…
That’s what I get for walking away.
“Sawyer?” Sammie says my name, her tone implying this isn’t the first time.
“Sorry, what was that?” I say, spinning around toward the dresser and pulling open the top drawer.
“When do you think you’d be free to go dress shopping?”
Oh right. Because I’m supposed to be her maid of honor.
“How soon are you wanting to go?” I ask, fishing for a pair of sweatpants with a string.
“Next week?” she asks, her tone hopeful. “I know you already took vacation time to come back for my birthday, but in my defense, I didn’t know I was getting engaged. If it’s easier, we can go dress shopping in Dallas. I already have a couple places picked out.”
The guilt trip works.
So does my desire to avoid going back to my soul-sucking corporate job any sooner than I have to. I have PTO to burn. My manager—one of the ass-kissing men who got the promotion I was better qualified for—will be irritated I’m not there to do his reports. But he can suck on a cactus for all I care.
If I never go back, it’ll be too soon.
You could stay.
I ignore the whispered voice in my head, pulling out a pair of gray sweatpants that might work.
“I’ll make it work.”
