Page 95 of The Love Lie
He looks at Wes. “What do you mean?”
“It’s a hunch.” Wes shrugs.
Cooper’s mood plummets. “A hunch?”
“Yeah. Plus when I talked to her earlier today, she said she wasvery much taken. And that sure as shit doesn’t sound casual to me.”
Talk about burying the lede.Cooper’s pulse rockets. “She said that?”
“Yeah, and—”
Wes cuts off as theclickof a door reverberates down the hall.
And what?Cooper thinks.AND WHAT?
But the moment Sam walks into the hallway, every thought in his head disappears. She’s wearing a sinfully low-cut black tank top tucked into a pair of skintight black jeans. He runs his gaze over her curves, drinking in every swell, already imagining himself peeling the garments off to reveal inch after inch of that milky skin.
Black, he thinks.I had to tell her black.
His weakness.
When his gaze finally reaches her feet, a small smile plays over his lips. She’s wearing a pairofscuffed tan cowboy boots that couldn’t possibly have been purchased just for this trip. They look lived in, as if she’s been wearing them every day of her life…as if she belongs in them.
As she takes a step closer, completely unaware of the effect she’s having on him, she shrugs into a tan leather jacket with fringe sleeves and sighs.
“Be honest. Is the jacket too much? Winnie is obsessed with it and I promised her I’d bring it, but it feels like, I don’t know, like I’m trying too hard or something.”
“Definitely not too much,” Wes murmurs.
Cooper knows him well enough to recognize that tone. Without even looking he shoves his hand in his friend’s face. “Eyes off.”
The bastard chuckles. “I’ll wait in the car.”
“You know,” Sam says after he’s gone, “you won’t be able to cover everyone’s eyes at the bar.”
“Is that a challenge?”
She grins and slides her hands up his chest. His heart pounds like hooves on the plains as she hooks her fingers behind his neck and meets his eyes, her mouth so close he can’t think of anything but taking it. “So it’s good, then?”
“You look…” He trails off, not sure how to finish.
Like a fucking dream.
Like everything I never knew I needed come to life.
Like you were made for me.
“That good, huh?” she teases.
“Sam—”
She puts a finger to his lips, shutting him up, as if she knows, by the look in his eyes or the sound of his voice, that he’s about to say too much. “Save it, cowboy.”
For when?he desperately thinks, searching those honey eyes for an answer.I’ve only got thirty-six hours left with you. When will you be ready? When will you finally let me in?
“Besides, you should be happy if everyone is looking.”
“Yeah?” he relents. “Why?”
