“Bull rider with plenty of scars to prove it.”
“I thought you said you were some kind of horse whisperer.”
I chuckled at that. No one had ever called me a horse whisperer before, but I supposed in a way I was. “Most of my time is spent competing at rodeos, but when I’m not doing that, I’m a trainer. I’ve been breaking and training horses for as long as I could get my foot in a stirrup. Aunt Tricia needed help with a new stallion. With Brooks now working as a detective in Atlanta, and Gunner working on the oil fields, she asked me to stop by for a while. Since I have some time to kill, I thought, why not? Plus, my mom thought a change of scenery would do me the world of good.”
“Is it doing you some good?”
I squeezed my thighs against hers. “Just arrived last night, but so far, the scenery is out of this world.”
“It is, isn’t it?” she said with a smile in her voice.
I wasn’t all that interested in anything more than a hookup. I didn’t want a woman waiting for my call, always expecting the worst, wondering if I was alive or dead, then nagging me to give up the one thing I was born to do. I got enough of that from my mom, aunt, and sisters, but I wouldn’t be averse to ripping up the sheets with a firecracker like Montana. She might fill my time away from the tour with some color.
She wiggled back, causing her ass to hit against my crotch. Being a man and a red-blooded one at that, my dick reacted in the only way it could by hardening. I shifted in the saddle and cleared my throat.
“You doing okay back there, cowboy?” The flirty tone in her words was loud and clear.
I grinned. “I’m mighty fine, but if you’re not prepared to go through with what you’re teasing, stop wiggling your ass against my crotch.”
“I can’t help it if we’re riding down bumpy, dirt roads, and that your crotch just happens to be absorbing the shock.”
“Shame you’re hurt because if you weren’t, I’d give you a lesson in bareback riding right here, right now.”
“I’m sure a cowboy like you knows all about that.”
“Damn straight. You got a boyfriend?”
She flicked her hair over her shoulder, the flowery scent doing nothing to stop my escalating lust.
“You got a girlfriend?”
“Answer my question, then I’ll answer yours.”
“Do you think I have a boyfriend? Look at me. My roots are darker than freshly poured asphalt. I don’t have a scrap of makeup on. My hips, tits, and ass are so big they should have their own zip code, and I wear yoga pants every day. On top of that, I live in a cabin in the mountains. Tricia has the ranchers scared shitless, so they don’t talk to me much. Not that I want to talk to anyone anyway. That answer your question?”
“I guess it does.” Her reply more than answered my question; it gave me the green light, and when the time was right, I would turn on my charm and make my move. “If it helps, I think your hips, tits, and ass are perfect.”
“Thanks for the compliment, but not even Bradly Cooper saying he wanted to take another look at me would help. Do you have a girlfriend or not?”
“Not.”
“That’s it?”
“That’s it.”
“Make something up. Tell me you came here to heal your broken heart. That you were left at the altar and are so devastated, you want to lock yourself away until you find your one true love.”
I laughed at her messed-up imagination. “Just here to help out my aunt. No broken hearts or sob stories.”
“You need to add some drama to your life.”
“Meeting you is all the drama I can handle.”
This one was trouble with a capital T. The question I had to ask myself was if I really wanted to invite that kind of trouble into my life.
Chapter Two
Montana
“Did you see the way they looked at me?” Using my crutches for support, I hobbled to the truck.
Dylan helped me get in. My top rode up, and I couldn’t say I minded the feel of his rough, hard-working hands wrapped around my waist. I wasn’t the type of woman who got all wide-eyed and giggly over a man, but I could see myself falling hard for his down South sexiness.
“Didn’t notice,” he said with a small shrug.
I slumped against the headrest and groaned. “I bet the jungle drums are already beating and are saying I fell when I was drunk.” Just because I hadn’t received any new Google alerts didn’t mean there wasn’t any new gossip. I slid my phone from the side pocket of my yoga pants and double-checked. For now, there were no new articles or posts.
“You weren’t drunk, and despite what you might think, the whole world isn’t out to get you.”
“Wanna bet?”
He closed the passenger door and jogged around to the driver’s side.
Before he pulled out of the parking lot, I noticed the nurses standing by the windows, watching us, giggling to one another. My cover was well and truly blown.
“I would’ve been fine if I’d rested for a few days at home. There was no need for me to come into town for a sprain.”
“You had two-inch thorns buried in your palms. A gash on your forehead, and a badly sprained ankle.”
“I wasn’t on death’s door or anything.” I sighed. “I give it an hour before the paparazzi are buzzing all over the place. I’ll have to lay low and stay locked away in my cabin for the next while.
