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“So I’m guessing there was nothing you wanted to discuss about it?”

“Not really.”

“What time should I be up to meet you in the morning?”

“Four o’clock.”

“Four o’clock? No way! That’s far too early.”

“I’m joking. How about seven?”

“Okay, I can do that.” She looked relieved. “Well, good night, Beau.”

“Good night?” I stared at her as if she were crazy. “But it’s not the end of the night for us.”

“Wh-what are you talking about?” she said.

“Exactly what I said.” I grabbed her hand. “Come.”

“Come where?” she asked me suspiciously. “We’re not going down to the river again, are we?”

“No.”

“Beau Hamilton, I am not going to have sex with you tonight.”

“I’m not asking you to. Is that the only thing that’s on your mind? When you look at me, is that all you think about?”

“What are you talking about?”

“When you look at me, do you just see my hands and face and my gorgeous, manly body?”

“Don’t you mean when I look at you, do I not see your scarecrow body and your—”

I started laughing before she could even finish the sentence.

“You forget that I am a cowboy and a cattleman, and I work morning, noon, and night on a farm. I’m ripped, and I know it. So you can pretend you don’t like my body, but”—I shrugged—“we both know you do.”

“Excuse me?” She was blushing now.

“You forget that I had my fingers inside you yesterday.”

“Beau!”

“And I felt how wet you were for me.” I smiled. “And when someone’s that wet, it usually means they’re turned on. So my scarecrow body turned you on, didn’t it, Olivia?”

“I cannot believe you just said that!”

“Which part? Me being inside you yesterday?”

“Shh! You’re talking too loud.”

“Then let’s go into your room.”

“But I thought you wanted to take me somewhere?”

“I think the only place I want to be right now is in your room.”

“We’re not—”

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