Page 111 of Only With Me

His gaze roams down my body and he’s not even trying to hide that he’s checking me out. “I agree. Very nice.”

“Thanks,” I say hesitantly, then nod toward the bag in his hand. “So wait, what happened to your phone?”

“Uh…I dropped it twenty feet when I was up in the loft and then Wilder ran it over with a tractor.”

“Jesus. What a brutal death.”

“Yeah, I had to get a new phone number, too. My dad said being on his cell plan at my age was pathetic.”

I stifle a laugh but it comes out as a snort anyway. “I mean, he’s not wrong.”

He shrugs. “Well now I need to get your number since I don’t plan to re-download the CowboyMatch app.”

“No?”

“Nah, I ignored every message that came through, but I kept it so I could talk to you since we never exchanged phone numbers.”

That has my whole stomach fluttering and heart pounding because it’s undeniable how sweet that is considering he knows I was on there talking to guys.

“Well, gimme your phone, and I’ll program my number.” I hold out my palm and he hands it over without a second thought.

“Whaddya want my name in here to be?” I ask, clicking on the add new contact button.

“Um…” He purses his lips for a moment and squints one eye. “How aboutFavorite Student?”

“Seriously?” Chuckling, I roll my eyes but type it in anyway and then text myself so I have his number. “Guess that means you’ll beFavorite Teacherin mine.” I hand him back his phone and then grab mine from inside my truck.

“FavoriteHotTeacher,” he counters. “At least gimme that.”

“More like Mr.GrumpyTeacher,” I tease, clicking on the text message and programming his number.

“Don’t do me dirty like that.”

Smirking, I give in. “Fine,Favorite Hot Teacherit is. But if anyone ever breaks into my phone and sees that, they’re gonna think you’re a creep for textin’ your student.”

“That’ll be the least of their worries once they find all the weird sexual questions you ask me.”

“They’re not weird!” I defend, pocketing my phone once I’m done. “They’re for educational purposes.”

“That’s one way to put it,” he muses.

“Okay, well now that we officially have each other’s numbers, what time should I meet you and Bentley at the ranch tomorrow?”

“I was gonna pick him up at one, but I can swing through town and grab you first?”

“Are you sure? Then you’ll haveta drop me off.”

“I don’t mind.”

“Okay, that works for me.”

“Great, we’ll see ya then.”

Right as I go to turn around, he captures my hand, lifts it to his lips, and grins around my knuckles before pressing a gentle kiss there.

“Is this how he did it?” His mocking tone has my whole face burning red.

“Saw that, did ya?” I yank my hand out of his grip. “You’re so mean.”