Page 44 of Cowboy Stole My Heart
Chapter 12
MIApulled her phone out of her pocket when she felt it buzzing and groaned when she saw it was her sister. She clicked to answer, and Angelina’s face appeared on the screen. Mia tugged on her braid, cringing when she saw how beautiful her sister looked with her perfect makeup and not a hair out of place.
“You’ve been holding out on me.”
“Hey, Ange,” Mia said, smiling at her sister. “Don’t tell me, Tanner’s been on the phone to you.”
“Yup. Something about a rugged horseman feeling you up in plain view of the house. Sound about right?”
Mia laughed. “You guys are terrible! Can’t we have any secrets?”
“Honey, you know we can’t. Now spill. I’ve only got a few minutes. And show me the ranch while you’re walking, I need my fix.”
Mia held the phone out and slowly panned around so her sister could see the stables, some of the big fields and the path leading down to her house. Ange might not haveliked horses growing up, but the ranch was in their blood and her sister still loved the place.
“Back to you,” Angelina called out.
Mia put the phone back to her face. “I’m kind of busy so can I call you back?”
“Just quickly tell me about him? I want to know everything. I’ve already Googled him and he looks sexy as hell, and…”
“Stop!” Mia protested, her skin on fire just thinking about Sam. “I honestly have to go, I promise I’ll call you back later.”
“He’s there, isn’t he?”
Mia sighed. “Good bye, Ange.”
Her sister pulled a face and Mia laughed before ending the call. Trust Tanner to have told Angelina. No doubt Cody knew all about it now, too. She looked ahead and started down the path to her place. She was a bundle of nerves, and as she got closer she approached her house as if she was heading into the lion’s den, when in fact it was usually one of the places in the world that she felt most comfortable and most true to herself.
She let herself in and went straight into the kitchen to pour a glass of water. She slowly swallowed it, hot and dusty and ready for something stronger. But when she placed it with a clink to the counter, she heard something that she’d missed before. A shower was running. She looked around but saw no evidence of Sam. Mia went back out and noticed his boots were in fact neatly by the door, and she decided to go into her room to see if he was still in her shower or…
She stopped, mouth dry, heart racing. His clothes had been discarded on a chair in her room, which meant he’d been in her room naked. It also meant he was most definitely inhershower, just as she’d told him to be, only she’d expected him to be well and truly finished up by the time she got back. If only her sister could see her now, hands sweaty, heart pounding and mouth dry. She’d have laughed her head off seeing her in such a state.
Mia pulled herself together and walked closer to the closed door, holding up her hand to knock. She used the back of her knuckles to let out a soft tap-tap, opening the door the barest of cracks to call out to Sam.
“You shaving your legs in there?” she asked, smiling to herself. She was being a whole lot braver than usual, but it felt good to mess around with him.
“My Brazilian, actually. Is that still what girls call it?”
His deep chuckle made her smile even more and she leaned against the door, imagining him in there. The steam would be circling around the walls and dipping down into the glass shower cubicle; he would be dripping wet, his muscles slick from water gliding over them, droplets still clinging to his skin. She was certain even his lashes would have water hugging the ends of them,
“Yeah,” she said finally, “we still call it a Brazilian. But if you’ve dared use my razor for a back, sack and crack…”
The door suddenly slid open and she almost fell back into the tiled bathroom.
“For the record, I didn’t touch your razor.”
She pushed herself back up and scrambled to her knees before getting up properly. Sam was standing with a towel around his waist, tucked so low she could see the most delicious, black arrow of hair pointing down,allthe way down. His husky voice sent goose pimples across her skin.
Mia swallowed. “Well, good,” she muttered. “You just like long hot showers then?”
He turned and disappeared back into the bathroom,leaving the door open and giving her an impressive view of his shoulders, his damp skin stretched over bulging muscles. His damp, dark hair was curled a little at the ends, and she wanted him to turn again so she could see if the wet hair arrowing down his chest to his groin was the exact same shade.
“Actually it started out hot then ended up cold,” he said, running his fingers through his hair to get it back off his forehead and then turning. “I was trying to get my mind off of someone. Funnily enough, you might know her.”
If Mia’s mouth had been dry before, now it was stuffed full of cotton candy. She could barely swallow.
“Do you want a…” she struggled to find the word she was searching for. Why the hell had she made out like she was so confident and witty, that she was experienced enough to get tangled up with a man like him. “Drink?” she managed to ask.
