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“Will do,” I call back without turning. I focus on steadying my breath to bring down my racing heart and, hopefully, the color of my face while Wendy chats up the hottie.
With a creak, the screen door of the house opens, and I turn.
“You’re all set, Mr. Quaid. Oh, Connor, great, can you take Mr. Quaid and…sorry I didn’t get your name.”
“Wendy Summers,” she replies.
“Connor, you’re taking Kiki back to the cuddle cove, aren’t you?”
“Yeah, she’s asleep in the front. Doc said she did great.”
“That’s awesome. Can you take Mr. Quaid and Ms. Summers down to cabin twelve? They’ll be with us for our Christmas Experience.”
“Explains the suitcase,” Connor, the hottie cowboy, says, swaggering toward me.
“I can grab it,” I say, but he shakes his head.
“You’re our guest, let me,” he replies, then he lifts my heavy suitcase with one hand and the carry-on and duffel in the other, carrying them back to his pickup truck with ease. “You’ll have to sit in the back, though. Just picked up one of our mini Highlands from the vets.”
So that’s why he was driving so fucking slow. He just came from the vets. Fuck, now I feel like an even bigger jerk.
Wendy flips her long blonde hair over one shoulder.
“We’ll sit wherever you want us,” she says in her best flirty tone.
“The back will be fine,” he replies, and I watch his perfect round ass pick up in his worn denim jeans with each step, and my cock twitches.
Okay, maybe having a Cowboy Christmas isn’t such a bad idea after all.
Chapter five
Connor
COWS ARE MY KIND OF PEOPLE
KikistirswhenIclimb in the driver’s seat, looking up at me from where she’s lying in the footwell with big dark eyes.
“I’ll have you back with your sisters in a couple of minutes,” I tell her, and the guests climb into the back. I have to admit I had a bit of a chuckle at these two at the cafe, thought maybe they weren’t just another couple of city kids looking for a roll in the hay, but after he nearly ran me off the road, I expect that’s the only thing these two came to the ranch for.
“Aww, isn’t she cute?” Wendy coos, leaning through the middle with an outstretched arm, trying to reach her.
“She’s had a rough couple of nights, but she’s on the other side of it now.”
“She was sick?” Hayden asks, and I switch on the ignition.
“Hernia repair. Mini Highlands are hardy breeds, so most procedures are done on the farm, but Doc Knight wanted her to stay at the clinic for a couple of days for monitoring.”
Wendy is still reaching through trying to pet Kiki when I take the bend, and she wobbles then sits back in her seat.
“Are they all this cute?” she asks.
“After you get settled in, why don’t you come see for yourself. Your cabin is right by the cuddle cove. You can have a bonus session.”
“Oh, absolutely. We’ll be there.”
“Speak for yourself,” Hayden says, and I glance at him in the rearview.
“You don’t like cows?”
