The Bluff (Love Stories in Sheet Cake, Texas, #2)

by Emma St. Clair

I make a mental note to add Get rid of cats to my already long to-do list. Then fight back a grin as I mentally add Get rid of cats to Winnie’s to-do list. “Too bad,” Winnie says. “I thought for a moment you had a sense of humor hiding under all that.” She waves a hand over my body, her gaze sweeping from my head down to my boots, then back up. My pulse kicks up, definitely without my permission. I shouldn’t like the way she’s looking at me. But I do, and I want more, even as I tell myself it’s a bad idea. Her every word today seemed designed to get a reaction out of me. Might as well give her a taste of the same. “Under all what?” For the first time, Winnie loses her composure. A tiny slip, but I see the way she shifts on her feet. I hear the way her breath hitches. I love watching her squirm. “You know,” she says. When I don’t respond, she groans. “Ugh. I have to say it? It’s surprising to find humor underneath the grumpy demeanor. The boots. The whole—everything. You’re the living embodiment of a fictional bad boy, ready to steal hearts and make ovaries explode.” Did she say something about ovaries? I frown. “Make … what?” Winnie covers her face with one hand and groans. “Please, please forget I said any of that.” Gladly. For the first time, I realize she has a turquoise envelope in her free hand. “What’s that?” Winnie uncovers her eyes, then looks down like she forgot she was even holding what appears to be a greeting card. Immediately, she tucks it behind her back. “N...