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“Oh, god. That wasn’t my idea.” I pointed to the device in his hand and he handed over that crooked smile.
“I’m sure it wasn’t.” Wilde walked past me, heading to the kitchen where he tossed his phone on the island and moved to the sink to wash his hands. After he was done, he opened the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of water, leaning back on the stainless steel appliance, watching me as he untwisted the cap and drank. Why in the hell was this man drinking water so sexy? The visual was very sexy. He was all dusty from his day, dressed in jeans and boots with muscles flexing while he did something as simple as drink water.
“You don’t have to get me a tree.”
He chuckled and shook his head. “I assure you I do because if I don’t, I’ll never hear the end of it. I don’t think my ears can handle the abuse given the cold temperature we’re expecting in the next couple days.”
I grinned when he did.
Good at least he’s not angry.
“So that’s a real thing.”
“It damn sure is. My ears were redder than a firepit for my entire teen years. I was a bit hard-headed and my mama and Ms. Mel didn’t appreciate that too much. Nor did they like my smart-ass mouth, so they would say.”
“Hmm, so a rebel cowboy. I can see that.”
“Can you?”
“Yep, you seem like the type.”
His eyes flashed with amusement before he took down the rest of the water and pushed off the refrigerator to toss the empty bottle into a recycling bin.
Then he crowded me; so damn close. “You like rebels, Boston? I already know you like cowboys.”
“Who says I like cowboys?”
I lifted my chin so my eyes met his and that was a huge mistake. The mischief waiting had an ache growing somewhere other than my sore muscles.
“Just a feeling and I always trust my gut.” He winked and stepped around me. When I turned to watch the path he took, I groaned when he reached behind his back and yanked the shirt he was wearing over his head, exposing a sea of smooth brown skin, tight rounded shoulders, and a trim waist. There was a tattoo on his upper right shoulder of a horse shoe. I was so lost in the view that it startled me when he spoke.
“I’m gonna shower off the day then get started on dinner. You stay put. Don’t you take yourself in that kitchen trying to get it done yourself, Boston.”
I smiled and rolled my eyes.
“I won’t.”
“Alight then. Give me about twenty minutes. You sit tight.”
* * *
The food was good.Wings and home fries but watching the man who prepared the food in the kitchen doing so was even more tantalizing. I officially had a crush on Wilde Reeves. The rebel cowboy.
It wasn’t just the cowboy thing either. Of the six ranchers I’d met today, who were all equally sexy with muscles and physiques built from endless hours of hard work and not time in the gym, their sexy smiles and Southern drawls, not one had my pulse racing and body tingling the way Wilde did.
Even now, as I watched him do something as simple as pour us shots from a mason jar, I couldn’t get my sister’s words out of my head.Save a horse, ride a cowboy.
“Here. After the work you put in, you earned this, but drink slowly. This stuff is strong as hell.”
“What is it?”
“Caramel apple pie moonshine.” A smile tugged at his lips as he sat on the sofa and tipped a glass my way. I lifted mine and examined the slightly brown, murky liquid, inhaling deeply afterward. It smelled sweet but I still wasn’t convinced.
“I thought moonshine was supposed to be clear.”
He lifted the glass to his lips and swallowed a taste. “Some yes, but this is my pops’ special blend. He made it himself. My mother refused to drink the regular kind so he made this one just for her. She loves apple pie.”
“And she likes it?” I raised a brow, inhaling above the glass again.
