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“Hey Wilde, who’s this?”
“Shore. She was supposed to be with Melvina for the week but they got overbooked with that baby coming early.”
“Oh yeah. I heard about that. And you offered to let her stay here?” Georgie grinned assumedly. He knew better.
“Melvina aided. I agreed.”
“Uh huh.” He walked closer to Shore which grated my nerves. There was no reason for him to be close to her.
“Boston, this is Georgie. One of our ranch hands.”
“Nice to meet you, Georgie.”
“Georgeor Gee is fine and Boston?” He glanced at me. “I thought you said her name was Shore.”
“It is.” She rolled her eyes my way. “Wilde calls me Boston because that’s where I’m from.”
“I see. I hear it now in your accent. Kinda funny like. Nice to meet you, Boston.”
She extended a hand to meet his and my mouth flew open with a rebuttal before I could help myself, not that I cared because Georgie was going to have to step the fuck back.
“Shore, her name is Shore,” I asserted, causing her eyes to dart my way in confusion and Georgie to smile smugly.
“Got it, boss. Nice to meet you,Shore. I’ll dump those for you, since you already cleansed the stables.” He pointed to the barrels of waste then walked away, leaving me with some explaining.
“What was that all about?”
“Your name is Shore?”
I started walking toward my truck and she fell in step with me. I paused outside the passenger door, opening it so she could get in.
“But you call me Boston.”
“Yeah, I do.Hedoesn’t.” Our eyes locked briefly before I shut her in and rounded the rear of my truck, cursing under my breath.What the hell are you doing Wilde?
Claiming a woman that wasn’t mine was what I was doing and well fuck me for liking the idea of me having the right to do so.
ChapterSix
Ididn’t think I’d ever worked so hard in all my life. My body ached. My back, my arms, my thighs. Muscles I didn’t know I had screamed in protest of the way I pushed them today. The feeling was tortuous and freeing at the same time. Today was perfect.
Well aside from the mass confusion I was experiencing from spending the day with Wilde. The man had my mind spinning in so many directions I wasn’t sure which one I needed to explore.
The flirty banter. The salacious looks. The hidden innuendos. Then there was the weird exchange that happened between us and his ranch worker, Georgie. It felt like Wilde was jealous of the attention I received and also angry at Georgie referring to me by the nickname Wilde had given me.Boston.
It made me smile each time he used the endearment because it felt more intimate than just referencing where I was from. And his comment about him being the only one with permission to use the nickname was damn sure a clear sign he was jealous, or maybe not. Maybe he just didn’t want his guys to be too friendly with a guest staying at his house. That made sense, right?
I was truly overthinking all of this. Yes, definitely overthinking.
I lifted my phone and unlocked the device to send my sister a voice message. I didn’t want her freaking out so I did as she asked and made sure she knew I was alive and well. She was selfish but she did love me.
It’s me, day one. Things are good here. Had a productive day and I’m enjoying myself.
Seconds after I hit send, I noticed the dots dance, followed by a text.
Did you ride ’em cowboy yet?
I groaned and quickly responded.
