Page 490 of One More Kiss

I arch a brow.

“Okay, so the charity in question was the law,” he confesses. “That’s all until the Army put me on the straight and narrow. Now I only run from the angry cattle my grandfather left me.”

“Sorry about your grandpa.”

Julian shrugs. “He was a smug old bastard who smoked two packs a day and drank his weight in malt liquor. But he was one helluva rancher. I don’t see how he thought I’d be a good candidate to take over the business.”

Julian’s grandfather owns a cattle ranch in Kentucky. Julian took me to the ranch on spring break once and I met the old man and he’s just how Julian describes him. Not the most pleasant, but he knew his business and he knew how to rodeo a deal at the weekend auction. He passed on to greener pastures about a month ago and Julian’s been splitting his time between here and Kentucky. I haven’t seen him in a few weeks so it’s quite nice that he’s here right now.

“Maybe he knew you needed a new adventure. Something to keep those hands busy.”

“I already know what settles these hands down.”

I cock my head to the side because I know that mischievous grin like the back of my own hand. I will never deny that the sex between me and Julian was out of this world. You wouldn’t think a man like him, wild and beastly, could be so tender and gentle. He stole all my bases. He made me fell alive, the center of his entire universe. That was until everything crumbled around us and I walked away before I completely lost myself.

“Keep your hands to yourself,” I rib.

“Are you sure?” he questions. He steps even closer towards me and I have to crane my neck to look up at his tall frame. “It’s been awhile, and you know how nicely those gorgeous legs look wrapped around my waist.”

An ache drummed between my thighs and I know it’s been awhile for me but Julian is past history. And last I knew you always leave history where it’s atin the past.

“I’ve gotta get going.” It’s the only way I’m getting out of here with my clothes still intact.

“Epsom salt baths are good for the body after a hard day. I’ve got plenty at my house.”

“Goodbye, Julian!” I turn on my heels and head in the direction of my car down the street and as I head towards it, I hear the sound of his wolf-whistle and smile.

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