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No!! You’re a cowboy?!
I have cowboy boots. And horses. And a ranch.
I’d waited for a moment and then added,
Are these bad things?
She’d responded after a couple of minutes.
I’m just so not into cowboys.
I chuckled. I wasn’t worried.
You’ll feel differently when the right cowboy is into you.
Was that on the nose? Yep.
Did it make her blush? I hope so.
But did it remind her of the minutes against the wall in her grandmother’s foyer and make her want more? I’m betting on it.
I got that cute blushing, sweating emoji in return and felt stupidly triumphant about it.
And then I promptly got online and placed an order for a special gift to be delivered to her in Sapphire Falls. Well, after I’d texted Jonah to get her mailing address in Sapphire Falls.
She’s staying in touch.
She likes me.
This texting is strangely fun. We’re giving each other peeks at our days, letting the other know we’ve been thinking of them. I can’t explain why it feels intimate in a way, but I’m enjoying the hell out of it.
And being stuck in Shreveport putting together the perfect proposal for a genius scientist I want to marry so she can help me with…so many fucking things—take care of my people, and make my country stable and independent, and enable my best friend to be publicly, obviously in love, and get my grandfather to happily take off his crown and rest his heart—isn’t so bad when she’s flirting with me.
But I really want to be with her. I need to get this project in Shreveport to the point where I can present it to Abigail. Along with a crown of her own.
Does this mean I’m going to see you again? So we can…dance.
I cannot stop thinking about her asking me that.
Fuck yes, she’s going to see me again. And we are most definitely going to ‘dance’ again.
That night when I went to bed, I sent her another photo of my feet in bed, the sheet draped over my lap.
Her return text woke me right up.
You’re such a tease sending bed photos only knees down.
Oh, really?
If I show you mine, you have to show me yours.
I would pay this woman a million dollars cash for a nude photo.
My phone lit up with a text two minutes later.
I’ve never done this before. Like this?
It was her in bed, hips down, no sheet covering her. But she wasn’t naked. She was wearing those shorts from the night at her grandmother’s. And pink, yellow, and green striped socks that started at mid-thigh and covered her legs and feet completely.
