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What the fuck is she doing out here?
The ranch is safe, but still. I don’t want her walking around by herself this late at night.
I pull my truck up beside Ruby. In the moonlight, she looks even more beautiful. “Working on the night shift?”
Seeing me, she comes to the driver’s side window. “I haven’t done laundry since I got here,” she says, flashing a dazzling smile. Then she laughs and backs away from the window. “So, you might want to keep your distance.”
I chuckle. Ruby could be covered in cow shit and I’d still do a double-take.
“Come up to the house and do it,” I tell her. “I don’t want you walkin’ out here by yourself.”
She hesitates and glances down at her laundry. “Are you sure? I don’t want to put you out.”
“I’m sure,” I promise.
I park the truck at the house and hop out. When Ruby reaches my side, I take the laundry bag. She follows me up the porch and into the cabin. Her bare feet slap the hardwood floors and after I flip on a light, I realize what a goddamn bad move I’ve just made.
My breath hitches. She’s stunning. Moonlight, harsh kitchen light, bar neon, Ruby Bloom blooms. She’s tied her rose-gold hair back in a little white ribbon, and for some reason, it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
“Follow me,” I tell her, clearing my throat. “It’s down the hall.”
I show her the laundry room, where the detergent and dryer sheets are located, and hustle out of there. She doesn’t need me hovering while she sorts her clothes. And I don’t need to see more of her underwear.
Purple panties.
Pink with polka dots.
I tear a hand through my hair, the thought going straight to my dick.
This was a fucking terrible idea.
I retreat to the kitchen and snag a beer from the fridge. On second thought, I grab another one and head to the living room, situated just off the kitchen.
I set the beers on the driftwood coffee table and drop down on the large leather sofa.
When she finally returns, Ruby perches opposite me on one of the two leather recliners. Her slender form leans forward, the scoop neck of her tank top dipping low to display full, creamy breasts. “I only have one load. It shouldn’t take long, so you can do your own thing. You don’t have to babysit me.”
“It’s no problem. Brought you a beer if you want it.”
Her lower lip pulls between her teeth, hesitation on her face. Then she reaches for it and takes a tiny sip. “Thanks.”
“You don’t drink?” I ask.
“Not very much,” she admits, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. Her blue-eyed gaze bounces around the room, taking in the furnishings. Framed rodeo prints of cowboys in varying positions of being flung line the walls. Rustic rugs protect the hardwood floors. Charcoal-gray beams lift the ceiling to sky-high levels. She stares a beat at the dramatic stone wall fireplace with deer antlers over the mantle. “I like your cabin. It’s cozy.”
I chuckle. “You wouldn’t say that when you get all my brothers together. It’s more of a madhouse.”
She giggles, and my chest clenches. That laugh. It’s enough to push my self-control to the limit.
“I finished the June calendar.” Tucking her legs beneath her, she settles back against the recliner. Her short shorts ride up and expose the curve of her supple ass.
I lift my beer. “Saw the first post.”
Her mouth curves. “Unimpressive, I know. For now.”
“I hope it works, Ruby. I really do, because right now you’re our Hail Mary.”
She considers this. “I hope so, too. I think it will. I sent my employer your information. They’re a luxury travel planner. They’re reaching out to their partners.” She tilts her head. “I also messaged some rodeo stars that Wyatt’s rode with. Cade Elliott and Nash Mason. They said they’d help.”
