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Kendall was right. Shit. Logan knew he’d fucked up, but not surprisingly, he wasn’t really sorry. Rule number one stated that they were not ever supposed to get personal with customers, even if the passengers initiated something. However, for the very first time, he hadn’t been able to help himself. He pushed out a long sigh. “I understand your concerns, Kendall. But I’m not saying I’m sorry. So deal with it, and move on.”
If she waltzed back here and tried to kiss him again, Logan didn’t plan to stop her. In fact, he wanted to change clothes, head back to his regular domain at the stable, and clear his thoughts to be ready if he happened to see her again. He genuinely hoped she’d wander by and he could approach her once more. He’d love to find out her name at the very least.
As if Kendall read his mind, he said, “And don’t even think about heading into town to look for her.”
“Why not? It isn’t as if I violated her, Kendall. Shit. She kissed me, too. And I kissed her back. The world as we know it didn’t come to an end.” Well, that wasn’t completely true. Logan’s world had tilted on its axis a little bit after kissing her and pulling her perfect body into his frame for a more intimate embrace. She fit against him like they’d been machined to fit together. He definitely wanted more. If she crossed his path again, he planned to do his damndest to persuade her to accompany him to dinner at the very least. Or whatever else she wanted to do.
“Well, not yet, but it’s still early in the day. Just stay away from her, okay?”
“No promises.” Logan walked over to his horse and gathered the reins. Lifting himself onto his saddle, he clicked his tongue and started a slow canter back to the stables. “I’ll meet you back in town.” Today was apparently the day for childish behavior. He didn’t want to cooperate and didn’t want to make any promises to Kendall that he didn’t plan to keep.
If he came anywhere near the gorgeous woman again, he’d convince her to at least have a drink at the saloon with him. Additionally, if she wanted a tour of the advertised “rooms rented by the hour upstairs” in the mock whorehouse, why then, he’d be happy to show her.
Kendall could either join them or not. His choice. But likely, if Kendall came in, the beautiful stranger that kissed like she wanted to eat him alive would depart. Then again, she had also kissed Kendall. Maybe today was the ideal day for unexpected possibilities.
Represented as the mock sheriff who’d rescued her from Logan, the masked desperado, Kendall must have appealed to her, as well. Perhaps she understood perfectly their ménage lifestyle choices. Perhaps she’d heard of what went on behind the walls of their private compound north of the amusement park. His sour attitude suddenly improved. Wouldn’t ménage sex with her be fun to contemplate for the rest of the day? Absolutely.
His best friend, the sheriff and the only one he also shared women with, didn’t try to stop him or follow after him as he left the stagecoach robbery area.
Logan rode straight to the town’s old-fashioned stables to quarter his horse, rub him down, and feed him. His mind was set on the task of trying to find the delectable stagecoach passenger again.
When he finished, Logan changed his clothing from mock stagecoach robber to local stable hand. He checked on things throughout the building, doing his job as stable master, but soon departed, heading down the wooden-planked walkways along the authentic nineteenth-century Western town.
Every one of the owners of this town managed a portion of the place as a fun hobby. By day they lived life as nineteenth-century shopkeepers, blacksmiths, and in his case a stable master and the like. There were also cowboys, desperados, and lawmen putting on mock bank robberies, staged shootouts in the streets, and the occasional stagecoach raid to give more action and excitement to the experience. Even though some of what they did here was only speculation and outright fabrication of what truly happened in the Wild West of yore. Being completely authentic wasn’t as much fun.
After the dusty streets closed, and the Old West Town park was put to bed each evening, the owners retreated to special places off-limits to any patrons of the park. They used a few of the buildings to act out their own fantasies, but never any place the public would ever see.
