“Lil’ darlin’,” I say with an exaggerated twang. “I like it. It’s sweet and sugary, just like you. I like how it rolls off my tongue.”
She blushes so fast, it’s hilarious.
“What was that about?”
“Nothing.”
“Carina, were you entertaining bad girl thoughts?”
She shakes her head “No, not at all.”
“And that high-pitched voice doesn’t betray you one bit.”
She laughs.
I love how she doesn’t try to hold back.
“You’re pretty when you laugh. Scratch that. Pretty doesn’t do you justice. You’re absolutely gorgeous and that dress…” I rake my eyes up and down the length of her body. “Wow.”
“You’re full of compliments, Rhett Sullivan.”
“You make it easy for them to roll off my tongue, Carina Callahan.”
This time she doesn’t giggle.
She holds my intense gaze.
I take a step closer and lean into her. “What I really wanted to say is, you look good enough to eat.”Literally. My mouth on your pussy.I step back and watch amused as her entire face and chest flame up. “I love making your cheeks turn red.”
“You excel at it,” she says, pressing the back of her hand against her cheeks and forehead.
I study her for a beat. “This might be a bit crazy or bold, or both?—”
“I’m afraid of what’s about to come out of your mouth.”
“Don’t be.” I smile. “I haven’t been at the ranch long—I’m a new ranch hand—but I discovered a spot that’s a bit removed from all this bustle. Maybe we might hang out there…? Get to know each other better… away from the crowd?”
She narrows her gaze. “Aren’t you engaged—if not already married—to Mr. Devon’s grandbaby by now or are you already her baby daddy?”
I burst out laughing. “You overheard?”
“Just a bit, then I escaped.”
“That was the most bizarre conversation of my life.” I shake my head still amazed at Cassidy Devon’s pimping ways. “There will be no wedding between Rosaleigh Devon and Rhett Sullivan. Not ever.”
“Okay. Now that we’ve gotten that out of the way, how do I know you haven’t been married—and divorced—four times with nine kids running around the Lone Star State with the same piercing green eyes as yours.”
My eyebrows hit my forehead. “You noticed my eyes?”
“Skirting the question?”
I laugh. “You asking me if I’m seeing anyone?”
“Pretty much.” She pins her fist to her waist.
Feisty. Andsmart.
“I’m single. Have been for years.” I cock a brow. “Your husband’s waiting for you in the big city?”
