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“Killian!” Sera shouted, startling me as I brought my coffee to my lips. “Killian Wilde, I know you see me. Get your handsome butt over here.”
My gaze followed hers to the man on the back of a midnight black horse. He was fully kitted out in a cream straw hat, denim, boots and spurs, and…fuck…whiskey-colored leather chaps.
What was it about a cowboy hat and a pair of chaps? I hadn’t realized I was a goner for them. Fucking hell, I was acting like a teenager. My dick hardened behind my fly, and I had to fight the urge to reach down and adjust myself as he approached on horseback.
Killian tipped his hat at me, one hand on the reins, jaw clenched. “Mornin’, Sera. Jameson.”
“Don’t give me that Wilde boy charm, Kill. What are you doing out there? We have plenty of ranch hands working, and you know it.”
His cheeks went pink. “I’m just helping out. Earning my keep.”
“Oh, please. Go put Bella away and get your ass back to writing music like God intended. You are too talented to keep your gift from everyone.”
“Sera.”
“No, Killian. You have been moping around here since you got back, and I was willing to give you some grace for a while. That’s over now. We’re all cheering you on, and Jameson is here to work, so you need to do that.”
I stared on in shock. This tiny thing was fierce and a little terrifying.
Killian’s eyes shot to mine. “I see you’re not too British to throw me under the bus.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I thought you were supposed to be too polite for subterfuge.”
I laughed. “Polite subterfuge is my specialty.”
Sera looked up at me. “Oh, I like him. Let’s keep him. It’d be nice to get to hear your accent every day. Darlin’ only goes so far unless you’re my husband.”
“I dunno, being a cowboy doesn’t really suit me,” I admitted.
“Not true. I bet you’d wear a hat and boots well. And if my family can make TikTok famous pretty boys into cowboys, I bet I could help you pull it off.”
“He does,” Killian admitted before clearing his throat.
Her eyes widened. “Oh. Okay. I see.”
What was that? Did she think something was going on between us? “I helped out mucking the stalls the other day. Killian let me borrow some boots.”
“You did? Where was I?”
Killian brought his horse closer to the fence. “Filming the anniversary special.”
“Oh, right. God, I can’t believe it’s been five years. Daddy would be so proud of how Clint managed to turn things around.”
“Yeah, he would.” Killian cleared his throat and sent a glare my way. “I’ll wrap things up here, and then we can get to work, I guess.”
“Don’t rush on my account. I’m still on my first coffee of the day.” I didn’t want this man to think I was helpless without him. If he didn’t want to write with me, I’d just have to start on my own. Jackie wouldn’t be thrilled, but perhaps if I gave her something brilliant, it wouldn’t matter that I deviated from the plan.
Killian gave me a curt nod, then clicked his tongue before digging his heels into the horse’s side. They took off together, his hips rolling in the saddle in a way I really bloody liked. Christ, I was a disaster.
Sera shook her head, a laugh escaping her. “God, he’s a stubborn idiot. Just like his brothers.”
“There are three of them, yeah?”
“Wildes? Four counting Kill. Though we didn’t know that until Wes died.”
I’d heard that, but figured it was a sore spot. “The secret brother. Such a scandal, worthy of a historical romance, I’d wager.”
