Page 9 of Huckleberry Hill
“Dark hair,” I mumbled. “Scruff . . .”
“No,” she gasped.
“Yeah.” I sighed.
“Your type.”
“I know, Salem. He also has tattoos on his pec and arm.”
“How do you know he has a tattoo on his pec?”
“I saw it . . . when he pulled me inside the cabin . . . and I fell on top of him. He was—ah—shirtless.”
“Well, this just got even more interesting.”
“No. No it didn’t,” I lied. “We’re friends. We’re going to be friends.”
“You’re going to being friends with the new hot wrangler who looks like he jumped straight out of Seven Brides for Seven Brothers?”
“He doesn’t have red hair,” I pointed out. “And I didn’t say he was hot.”
“He’s hot,” she said with a laugh.
I closed my eyes and remembered the feel of his warm skin beneath my palm . . . and the trail of dark hair disappearing into the depths of his gray sweatpants.
“Might be good for you, you know,” she said. “Get over Gianni by getting under a cowboy. I support it.”
“Well, I don’t,” I remarked. “That’s the last thing I need to be doing. Hooking up with Declan.”
“Send me a picture.”
“Absolutely not.”
“Come on, you owe me.”
“I owe you? How do you figure?” I asked with a laugh.
“Just send me a picture,” she pleaded.
“And how do you suppose I should go about it? Excuse me, Declan, can I get a photo of you to show my sister how hot you are?”
“Ha! I knew you thought he was hot. Is he charming? Funny?”
I held in a sigh. “Yes.”
“Oh, yeah, you’re screwed. If you can, get a photo of him from the backside. I want to see him in a pair of jeans.”
“Bye, Salem.”
I hung up on my sister. I made the bed and folded the clothes Declan had lent me and put them at the foot of the mattress.
My coat was laying across the back of the couch and I put it on. I shoved my cell phone into my pocket and then made sure I had my cup coffee.
I opened the cabin door. Declan was wearing a brown leather jacket with a fleece collar and a worn brown felt cowboy hat. He turned when he heard me, lifting his coffee cup to his lips, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Sorry,” I blurted out. “My twin sister’s a gabber.”
“Twins, huh?” He grinned.
