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And bedside manner isn’t my strong suit. I’m more of a rip-the-band-aid off type.
Then I turn back to my future sister-in-law. “Summer, can’t you just do it? You’d be perfect. Luke loves you. You don’t like me. You already live on the ranch.”
And fuck. Her tits. I’m officially a creepy old man.
“You, uh, dropped your panties, ma’am.”
“And I don’t care if you’re her best friend. You smell like beer and your panties are still in my back pocket. You’re not taking care of my son.”
“Cade is the panty guy?” “I’m not the panty guy,”
“He’s not a panty guy! He wears boxers!”
All I know is that she makes my dick twitch, she talks too much, and she has a spare pair of underwear in her purse.
“Fucking hell,” I curse under my breath because she just practically hired herself.
He’s got an intimidating vibe about him. Like a hot, mean teacher.
“Beg.” “Pardon me?” “You heard me.” Her lips don’t even twitch. She’s not joking at all. “Beg.”
“No one has ever done my laundry for me.” “Probably because it’s not worth facing the electric chair over.”
This guy needs to work out some goddamn tension. My mom would say he needs some good sex.
The nanny. The nanny. The nanny. The nanny.
Because my wish for a flaccid dick is not being granted with this line of banter. Or are we flirting? I don’t even know what flirting looks like anymore.
I’ve always had a thing for older men. I like to bug Summer about her dad being hot—but I’m not really joking. I need therapy.
I lean back in my chair and cross my arms over my chest, wondering why I ever disliked her. How can a single person not like Willa Grant? She’s fucking enchanting.
I snort. Oh, I feel like getting my back broken alright. By him. Not a horse.
I wink at him. “Thank you for the coffee. I’m ready for you to break my back.” His face pales, like he realizes how I could have interpreted his note. “I meant you could ride if you wanted to.” “Oh, I want to.”
“She made that filly her bitch!” “Luke!” I say right as Cade barks, “Lucas Eaton.”
Willa might be a bit of a psycho—after all, she did just push a child into the pool—but the more time I spend with her, the more I feel like she’s my psycho.
I feel like I’m living in some made-for-TV movie with a hot cowboy. But then you clean up and style your hair, and you give these hot, debonair older-man vibes.” I’m so confused. “Sorry?”
“Of course. My cookies bring all the boys to the yard.”
“Yes. You know . . . where you use your mouth to create words that describe what’s going through your head.” “Sounds weird. Sounds awkward. Don’t like it. Not approved by me.”
I shrug. “Spending time with Luke doesn’t really feel like work.” In fact, it feels like the most natural thing in the world.
“Willa. You will not mess it up. You need to believe in yourself. You’re smart. You’re capable. You’re determined. I know you are because you made me like you when I swore I never would.”
“I didn’t mean to fall asleep in your bed.” I like you in my bed.
And when she looks up at me, uncertainty painted all over her pretty face, all I can do is smile. Willa Grant looks way too good in my bed.
“You’re not a maid, Willa.” Her lips quirk up and her eyes narrow. I’ve noticed this look. It comes right before she says something inappropriate. “I was a sexy one for Halloween one year.”
“Red, don’t marry a man who rolls his eyes at you.” “You roll your eyes at me all the time.” Fuck, I need to stop doing that. She deserves better.
And I want to be that horse. I want his hands on me. His weight on my back. It’s pathetic to be jealous of a horse—but here I am.
Summer: Are you okay? Willa: Yeah. Why? Summer: I just got a text from Cade asking. Willa: You can tell Cade I’m getting railed by ten dudes at the best gangbang of my life.
“Eyes on me, baby. Let’s see it.”
“Why are you smiling? It’s creepy. You never smile.”
“I knew you had big dick energy, but this is something else.”
