Page 60 of Rough Cowboy
Libby grins up at her. “You’re welcome, Aunt Elsie.”
We wave them goodbye. It appears they’re the last to leave.
“You know, Silver.” She turns her marshmallow slowly over the campfire. “You might be the best marshmallow roaster I’ve ever met.”
I chuckle. “It’s all about finding the right balance between heat and patience.”
A small smile plays on her lips. “I see. And what else are you good at finding the right balance with?”
I raise an eyebrow, and a hint of amusement plays in my eyes. “That depends on the situation, doesn’t it?”
She laughs. “It turns out I had a good day today.” Elsie elbows my side.
“Me too. It’s been a long time since I’ve had this kind of fun. Usually it’s riding bulls and riding—” I pause.
“Women?”
“Yeah, I talk like a dick. It’s habit. Just pops out.”
She laughs. “Don’t be all weird about it. Everyone knows you talk like a dick.”
I chuckle. “My life has become endless days of ridin’, drinkin’, and—”
“Fuckin’?”
I slant her a crooked smile. “I was gonna say partying.”
“But we’re you?”
“Yes.” I want to kiss that gorgeous cocky smirk off her face. “I didn’t realize how much I’ve missed my family until the last couple of weeks. And how much I’ve missed.”
She nods. “Of course, you’ve missed a lot. Something is always happening with your family and the town. They’re like all these cowboys and cowgirls on steroids. It doesn’t matter how old they are, they play hard like rabid wolves.”
“Do rabid wolves play hard?” I send her a quizzical look.
Her boisterous laughter is beautiful. “I don’t know. I’m a city girl learning as I go.”
“Elsie?” I tuck a piece of her hair slicked with paint behind her ear. “I know we said sex was off the table, but I have to tell you something.”
“Okay.”
“I’ve been wanting to kiss you all night.” My eyes are fixed on hers. “A small, gentle, harmless kiss.”
Without a word, she leans in. Our lips meet in a sweet, tender kiss. Not rough. No wild. Not hard. Or hot.
She leans away and licks her lips. “Mmmm. Marshmallow, chocolate, and I miss beer.”
I laugh.
“This campfire is a banglefucking dream.” Elsie stands up. “Add it to the list.”
“Added.”
“It’s going to be a long list.”
“Considering this is day one, and we have half a dozen spots noted, I suspect so.”
She laughs. “Be a gentleman and walk me to the house.”
