Page 5 of A Cowboy Home for Christmas
We meet at the doorway to my room. His body rubs against my side.
I peer up at him. “This is my room.”
“I suppose it is.” He continues inside my room. Quite a bold move.
I stand in the doorway. Shocked really. Eyebrows twisted together, I’m sure.
What am I coming to? And why does the thought of it starting with a kiss and ending naked feel like the best decision I’ve made in years?
I follow him.
My gaze lands on my queen size bed. The log frame. The fluffy duvet. All kinds of wild flutters overtake my stomach.
He breezes past the bed and into the bathroom.
I follow.
The marble shower promises a good time. But I’m sure any time with naked Barker is a good time.
He opens a door on the far side of the bathroom. “If you need anything, my room’s right here. A knock away.”
No kissing.
No sex.
Why do I feel so disappointed?
“I’ll get murdered first.” His teasing smirk tickles all the right places.
Then it hits me. I’m sharing a bathroom with the rodeo cowboy I’ve been crushing on for years.
Chapter Two
BARKER
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