Page 69 of Cowboy in Colorado

I nod, and wipe a drop of grease off my lower lip with a napkin. “Very. It was from the outset, though. I still can’t quite explain what happened to me in your cabin—I just…I went a little crazy, I guess.”

“Maybe after all these years of controlling every aspect of every sexual encounter, you just snapped,” Will suggests. “Recognized somehow that I’m safe for you, that you can trust me to take over.”

“Letting you take over has been hard, every single time,” I admit. “I always start out mentally resistant, wanting to take over. I have to convince myself to trust you.”

He tilts his head. “Even last night, or this morning, or whatever?”

I nod. “Yes. Every single time. Some part of me tries to reassert control.”

“You haven’t, though.”

I shake my head. “Between the cabin sex and the elevator, I’m aware that you know very well how to make me feel good, and I do enjoy letting you have control, once I can get my head to shut up.”

He nods. “Um, speaking of the elevator…”

I grin. “Already taken care of. Footage has been erased.”

“If there’s going to be footage of us having sex, I want us to be the ones doing the taping.”

I laugh. “Would you?” I ask. “Want to record us, I mean.”

He shrugs, nods. “Could be hot. Someday, maybe.”

We devour the food in silence for several minutes, and then I can’t keep the one question on my mind from spilling out. “Will?”

He hears the seriousness, and sets the burger he’s half done with on the plate. “Yeah.”

“How is this going to work? Just logistically?” I gesture at my penthouse, and the city beyond the walls. “I can’t leave New York, not for good, and you can’t leave Colorado.”

He sighs. “I don’t know, Brook. I really don’t. I’ve thought about it.”

I pick at my fries. “You have?”

He nods, finishes his burger in two bites, washes it down, and then wipes his hands and face with a napkin before reclining back on the couch. “I have. I can back off my time at the ranch a little, but not too much. I’m the boss, and they’re my horses, but I could afford to be away for a long weekend here and there, a few times a month. So, if you could fill in the gaps when I can’t get away, we could make sure we see each other a lot.”

I do some thinking. “Do you guys have an airport nearer than Denver?”

He shrugs. “I dunno. Don’t fly much. We always drove to the East Coast as a kid.”

I hesitate. “I have an idea, but it would mean using some of your family land.”

He sighs. “Hit me with it.”

“An airfield.”

He nods. “Different from an airport?”

“Yeah, meaning it’s private. Just somewhere to land a plane.”

“You have an airplane?” he asks, skeptical.

I laugh. “My dad does—meaning I do, if I want one.”

He shakes his head. “What else do you guys have? Jeez.”

“You really don’t have any concept of what billions of dollars means, do you?” I ask.

He snorts. “Who does? Whocould?”