Page 37 of Mister Cowboy

“I’d say thislikeis mutual,” he said before shoveling a large forkful of food into his mouth.

“You don’t have any hesitation about me getting involved with him?”

Michael shrugged. “You don’t have to marry the guy. I’m just saying relax, enjoy getting to know him. Don’t rule him out before you see for yourself the type of man he is. Although, if you hit the three-month mark, then that’s practically married in Brecken’s world.”

Rolling her eyes, she stood, plate in hand, and followed Michael to the living room.

“Pretty Little Liarsor90210?”

She smirked at his serious and completely unembarrassed body language as he sat on the couch poised with the remote.

“You’re the only man I know who willingly watches either of those shows.”

“Not true. I’m just the only one willing to admit it. Plus, do you know how well my knowledge of these two shows works when breaking the ice on a first date? The panties practically take themselves off.”

She laughed, certain it was true. Michael had game. She’d seen it in action enough times to question the standards of her entire gender.

After three hours of90210, she pried herself from the couch and walked sleepily toward her bed. She was sluggish and mopey, blaming it on too many late nights instead of the prospect of an entire week without Brecken, and then her phone vibrated on the nightstand. She felt her lips pull into a smile as his name displayed on the screen.

“Hi,” she answered, climbing into the middle of her bed.

“I can’t stop thinking about your tits. Now, before you hang up on me, I don’t usually spend my nights daydreaming about women’s breasts, but yours… yours are something worth fantasizing about.” His voice was smooth and relaxed and she covered her mouth to hold in the laugh.

“Are you in bed?”

“Yeah. You?”

“Mm-hmm. My sheets smell of sex and you.”

Leaning back against her pillow, she pictured him sprawled out in their sex sheets. “What time is your flight in the morning?”

“Six.”

“It’s after midnight. You should get some sleep.”

“So should you. Another big day at the ranch tomorrow. I left instructions with Edward to pick you up at the regular time this week.”

“Thanks.”

Silence buzzed between them, and she clung to the phone, greedy for more of his time.

“Whatcha wearing?” She smacked her free hand over her eyes and grimaced as the words escaped.

His deep chuckle flitted into her ear, turning her insides to goo. Ridiculous. She’d become ridiculous.

“I like to sleep in a t-shirt and pajama pants. The shirt is blue and the pants are gray.”

“That’s sort of a let down. Don’t you know that when someone asks what you’re wearing, you always lie. The only appropriate answers are naked or in some sort of lacey, sexy nightie.”

“Fine. What are you wearing then?”

“Well, my go-to response is a black silk nightgown, but in reality, I’m wearing cotton shorts and a tank top.”

“You’ve ruined my memory of every woman who has ever told me what she was wearing over the phone.”

“Sorry to disappoint.”

“What color are the shorts?”