Page 103 of My UnTrue Love
“Yes, I’m fine.” She touched his arm. “I’m not stressed. Really. I’m just so sorry about this misunderstanding. He refused to believe that I can predict the race’s outcomes based on the horses’ energy.”
Bill stared down at her, breathing hard and his eyebrows climbing. “Your magic knows which horse is gonna win?” He translated incredulously.
“It’s so easy! I just helped Mamie O’Rourke earn a lot of money.”
“Did you winusany money?”
Clem opened her mouth. Then, closed it again. “Crap. You’re right. I probably should have done that.”
Chapter Twenty-One
The cy’ote’s True Love panned all day,
Prospecting hard for gold,
Disaster too soon came her way,
From what her mate had sold.
Lyrics from the folk song “Crossroads Coyote”
Bill needed time to adjust to married life.
Clementine was convinced of that. She couldn’t pressure him for sex, no matter how much lust was coursing through her own body, because he wasn’t ready for it. The poor man probably felt overwhelmed. In part, he’d become her husband hoping to further his career and somehow he wasstillunemployed. That was enough to upset anyone.
She risked a quick look his way.
Bill was stretched out on the mattress beside her, gazing up at the nightlight horses. His arms were folded behind his head. He didn’tlookoverwhelmed. He looked utterly relaxed.
…He also looked utterly gorgeous. His shirt was off, so all he was wearing were long drawstring pants. There was a very interesting band of paler-gold skin around his hips, where the waistband dipped lower than his usual jeans. Clem found that fascinating.
“I could probably try sleeping without the nightlight.” She offered.
The darkness wasn’t so overwhelming with him close. That was why she hadn’t volunteered to go back to her ownroom. Well, it was a bit of the reason. A very, very small bit. The much bigger part was Clem’s desire for her new husband, which she wascompletelyignoring, because she was giving him time.
Her eyes wandered back to that fascinating band of skin.
“I like the nightlight.” His gaze stayed on the ceiling, where the shadow rodeo endlessly twirled. “I like horses.”
He was a cowboy, through and through.
She squirmed, because it was impossible not to be turned on by his aura of competence and virility. The idea of his solid, muscular weight pressing down on her body had been buzzing around in her head all day. She just knew it would feel exhilarating to lie beneath him.
“Um…” She cleared her throat. “I’m sorry about your interview not working out.”
He lifted a shoulder in a “what can you do?” sort of shrug. “Jobs just seem to come and go, by the day. I’m gettin’ used to it.”
“It’s unfair that they hired you and then fired you so quickly. And banning us from the racetrack forever was acompleteoverreaction. You only hit that dumb bear once.”
“I’d of hit him more, if he wasn’t on his way to the hospital.”
“I just don’t understand why people keep dragging you into fights.” Clementine shook her head. “I know they’re jealous of your talent, but why react with aggression? You’re such an even-tempered man. I know it must hurt your feelings.”
“At least nobody called your brother to arrest me, this time. I’d hate to have spent my wedding night in jail.”
“It’s admirable that you can always look on the bright side of things, Bill. Honestly, you’re better off not working for such crabby people. The racetrack might stymie your outgoing nature.”
“Outgoing, huh?”
