Page 12 of My Cowboy Boss
And I know he won’t be happy about that at all.
Flint
Arizona is acting skittish, and it’s clearly fear I detect on her face. She takes a nervous glance over her shoulder at the door and I know my instincts were right. She’s hiding something. That fucking sucks because I spent the entire damn night thinking about that kiss. Almost convincing myself that I was wrong about her.
I jerk my chin toward her place. “Everything okay?”
“Yes,” she says on a rushed breath. She fidgets, tugging on the end of her shirt. The skirt she’s wearing with it defines her curves like it’s outlining them for a presentation. In the strappy sandals she’s wearing, her toenails are painted red, matching the bright lipstick on her lips.
I make myself look away and hand over her car keys.
“You said you’d look at my car tomorrow…which is today…It’s so early…”
“I couldn’t sleep,” I say gruffly.My brain kept recalling your face and your body and then my throbbing cock wouldn’t let me rest.
“Oh…um…then I’ll give you a ride to the ranch. One second while I get my—”
“There’s no need. Wilder followed me here. I’ll ride back with him.”And it’s a damn good idea if I do that because suspicion or not, I don’t need to be alone with you right now. “But we’ll tail you to make sure the car’s okay.”
Of course it’s okay. I’m not worried about that. I’m worried about her and I don’t know why I feel the need to watch after her. “We’ll wait in the parking lot.” I turn and head back outside.I should have asked her what she was covering up. And I’m kicking my own ass and calling myself soft for not doing that.
I get in Wilder’s truck and thumb my Stetson back.
“Well don’t you just look like a ray of sunshine,” he says, his lips quirking in amusement.
I grunt at him.
Arizona rushes outside and waves toward the truck before disappearing into her car. A few minutes later, she backs from the parking spot, and we pull out behind her.
“You look at her differently than how you look at anyone else. I think you have a thing for her,” my brother says.
I whip my head around to stare at him, sputtering, “A thing for her?”
“I think you want her.”
I blow out my breath on a huff. “Bullshit.”
Wilder rolls his window down and whistles for a few seconds. “Really? I’m surprised that you don’t. She’s a pretty woman.”
“Yeah, so?”
“I don’t know if you noticed, but I did, that her outfit…wow. She looks good.”
Irritation courses through me. “If you don’t want to have to sip your meals through a straw, you’ll shut the fuck up.”
Wilder looks at me with a wide grin, clearly delighted and I realized that I stepped right into his trap.
I’m out of sorts now and every little thing that happens for the rest of the morning pisses me off.
I don’t want to think about Arizona. And her lush body. Her delectable lips…dammit!
I hit my thumb with a hammer and step backward into a pile of cow shit. Then I cuss a blue streak. When it’s finally time for lunch, I’m debating on whether or not I should show up because I don’t know how I can be in the same room with Arizona right now.
I’m relieved when Wilder informs me that she went to run an errand and won’t be back until after the meal. Maybe I’ll get a few minutes of peace with her out of the house. I won’t see her. Or catch her scent…
I pull a chair up to the table and I’m reaching for a biscuit when Jonas says, “So you have a thing for the new girl.”
Wilder holds his hands up in surrender. “I only said one comment.”
