Resisting the Alien Rider (Cowboy Colony Mail-Order Brides, #3)

by Ursa Dax

“Are you,” Garrek panted, “talking to my cock tail?”

“Why am I not surprised? You talk to fabric animals. Why would you not also talk to my genitals?”

I gave the sweetly sleeping creature in my arms a look of wondering suspicion. Is this what mating could do to a man? By the blazes, it had taken me down like a drug.

Sorry. I was just having a moment. I think Fallon just started making me tea to calm down…

His jaw ticked as he looked down at his pocket, and he reached in, rearranging, until the beaver’s big, shiny eyes were poking out.

“There,” Garrek said. I perked up, thinking he was about to say something else to me, but then just about dissolved into a puddle of goo when I realized he wasn’t talking to me at all. “You’ll be able to see the wedding better like this.”