Page 7 of Wrong Number Right Cowboy
A few yards ahead, Sawyer puts the truck into park.
I run to catch up, but slip.
My palms flatten against the mud, breaking my fall before my face hits the ground. As I’m shoving up to my feet, I hear Sawyer.
“Are you okay?”
She’s at my side, yanking on my arm to help me up.
Sawyer Rose ran out into the pouring rain without hesitation because I fell on my ass.
She still loves me.
My gaze snags on her t-shirt, now completely soaked through. Revealing the black lace bra beneath it. My dick awakens, hardening by the second.
“Are you okay?” she asks again because I never answered her.
“Worried about me?” I say, my tone smug.
She lets go of my arm, as though it’s on fire and she just now realized it’s burning her. “Don’t read into this, Boone.”
“Why not?” I ask, stepping closer.
“Don’t go there, Boo—” My name turns into a squeal as Sawyer slips.
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My foot slipsout from under me, and my arms flail in the air. Fuck, I’m going to fall right in the mud. Why the hell did I get out of the truck?
Because you still love him, dummy.
Half a second before my ass collides with the slimy mud beneath me, I feel my body yanked upright. Boone’s strong arms pull me against his hard chest. He holds me tightly to him, as though he just saved me from falling over the side of a deadly cliff.
His intoxicating sandalwood and spice scent takes me back to a time when I was always in his arms. Dammit how I’ve missed this.
“Easy there, Sunshine. You wouldn’t want to get mud on those fancy city clothes.”
It’s his arrogant tone that makes it easy to abandon his warmth and shove myself away from him. “Fuck you, Boone.”
“Is that an invitation?”
My body reacts before my brain can catch up. My traitorous nipples are already puckered from the cold, but now they tinglewith desperation to be touched—byhim. But damn if I’m going to let him know how much I still want him.
“You wish,” I call over my shoulder, marching back to the truck.
“Admit it,” he says, catching me by the wrist. “You were worried about me.”
“Why do you even care?” I spit back, pushing rain from my face. My hair, my clothes, and my entire body are soaked completely through. And for what? Because I let my instincts take over when I saw Boone slip and fall, and ran after him before I could think better of it?
“You still care about me, don’t you?”
I shuffle backwards at the accusation that is all too true, until my back is flattened against the side of the truck.
If only my baby sister hadn’t gotten proposed to last night, none of this would be happening. I wouldn’t have gotten drunk. I wouldn’t have called the man in my phone markedUber Pain in my Assthinking it was a real Uber. I wouldn’t be stranded on this ranch that was supposed to beours.
“You still love me, don’t you?” Boone accuses, caging me in with his palms flat against the truck. His heated gaze flickers from my eyes to my lips to my chest. My core tingles with desire I so desperately wish I didn’t feel for this man. Five years ago, I would have begged him to fuck me against the side of his truck, rainstorm or not.
