Page 77 of Only With Me

“You sure you don’t wanna come?” Wilder shouts, already acting tipsy.

They probably pregamed while I was at the barn.

“Oh, I’m positive. They wouldn’t let me in anyway.”

I already paid my citation and apologized to the owner in person when I gave him a check for the damages, but I’m not going to push my luck. Plus, being around hundreds of drunks with loud music blasting and sweaty bodies swarming me sounds like my personal hell.

Wilder jumps into the passenger seat like an excited kid on his way to see Santa Claus. When Delilah walks to the driver’s side, I stop her.

“Thank you again for doing this. You don’t know how much I appreciate it.”

“You owe me big time.” She grins mischievously. “And I’m gonna make it agoodfavor.”

Snickering, I shake my head. “I have no doubts.”

She gives my chest a little pat before I move out of her way and she hops inside her truck.

“Wilder, please, for the love of God, don’t overdo it,” I warn, holding open the door and peeking inside. “We have work tomorrow.”

“Aye aye, boss.” He gives me a cocky salute, and I roll my eyes.

“Drive safe,” I tell Delilah. “If you need a ride, call me.Please.”

“I will, but I plan to stop drinking at one, so that should be enough time to sober up and drive home.”

I nod and thank her again before closing the door.

After I watch them drive away, I head inside my place and grab a beer to drink alone while I scroll through more dating apps to sign up for and look for the only profile I’m interested in.

My phone blows up with DMs from dozens of women. I ignore all of them and start wondering if this is a lost cause. Even if Harlow saw my profile, there’s no way she’d?—

A notification from the CowboyMatch app pops up with a message under her name.

That’s the app she chose?I almost laugh because I shouldn’t be that surprised.

This one allows you to directly message people or respond to their prompt to help break the ice.

And I cringe a little seeing she answered mine.

I didn’t put a lot of effort into mine since I wasn’t looking to chat with strangers.

One way to impress me is—know how to ride a horse.

It’s lame, but I couldn’t think of anything else. However, from the looks of the responses, no one’s taking it seriously because they’re all asking to ride me instead.

Great.

But when I see Harlow’s message, I smile.

Harlow: There’s no way you thought that prompt was a good idea. If the girls are anything like the guys on here, 99% of them made it sexual.

Waylon: You would be correct. I haven’t even bothered to respond to them.

Harlow: Can’t be much worse than the reverse cowgirl comments I’ve gotten.

My jaw clenches.

Waylon: So you’ve not been having much luck on here then?