day 3 of the new book

Unedited first draft stuff.

"I've ridden a lot more than bulls. And I've broken more than a few of my rides."

"Don't be sex talking me. It's not going to get you anywhere. The answer's still no."

"Really? Sex talk?"

Heat bloomed beneath Faith's white blouse and blue blazer. He'd always made her think of sex, so her mind went there on its own. Every single time. "Sorry. It's just…I know you. Everything out of your mouth is a double entendre, and that's only when you're not being outright crass."

"Crass? Are you kidding me?"

Her laugh was more nervous than she liked. She knew she didn't have him wrong. "More like you're kidding yourself."

"You, Faith Mitchell, have wounded me."

"And you, Casper Jayne, are a cad and you know it."