“You should watch where you’re going, especially when you’ve got a cow with you.”
He could almost see her anger steaming off her shoulders as she talked. “Cow? It’s a bull.”
“So what. You shouldn’t be so rude knocking me over like that and no apology. You live in the back of beyond or what?”
The word apology from her sexy lips opened his old wounds. He reacted. “Bloody city girls, no fucking idea.”
Max continued walking. Her imagine burned in his mind, and her words fuelled a fire that normally would’ve caused him to forget about her, but there was something in her mannerisms he wanted to get to know.
She was sassy.
Fuck. He liked it.
It turned him on like never before.
Don’t be stupid. She’s city through and through.There’s no way she would live on my farm with me.He’d been down that path before and it was a train wreck.
He kept walking, focusing his mind on getting Godzilla to the stall, fed and watered before going to grab himself a cold beer.Best forget about her.
Zoe Preston put her hands on her hips and glared at the rude man walking away. “I thought countrymen had manners.” Her insides shook like poorly made jelly, or a well-made pannacotta, depending what way you wanted to look at it.
“Are you all right?” her friend Ellie asked.
“No thanks to him.”
“Max is such a prick.” Billie put her hand reassuringly on Zoe’s arm. “Don’t worry about him.”
Zoe watched Max walk away. Dark hair poked out at the back from under his Akubra, he had broad shoulders, set back in an air of overconfidence.Perfect for resting your head on. His waist narrow, arse tight in his moleskin jeans.Lots of muscles to pinch. His long legs moved with a sureness that pulled her in, while the bull casually lumbered behind, purple ribbon on his back moving gracefully despite the strength vibrating out of both man and beast. She swallowed hard against the feelings brewing inside of her.
He was older than her.
Too old.
Perfect for her.
She’d always been attracted to older men. She didn’t care about what others might have thought, she wanted a man, not a boy. Even though that man, Max, was rude, the strength and manliness he had drew her in. At twenty-five, Zoe knew the sort of man she wanted, and it was always someone older than her, much older.
“Come on, I’ve got to get back to the Alpacas, and the Grand Parade will start soon,” said Ellie. “Plus, you’ve got to spill the beans on who you’ve all been dating and what the hell you girls have been doing. This is the only time I get to see you, and we don’t have time to waste.”
“You’re right. I’ll forget about Max and have fun with you gals.” It had been eight years since they had finished high school together, and despite Ellie and Billie living in the country and Zoe in the big smoke, they had managed to keep their friendships going.
“Where’s Kristie?” asked Zoe, wondering why her friend wasn’t with them.
“I think she’s found a boy to keep her amused for the show,” said Ellie.
“Good for her, I could do with one of my own.” Billie walked ahead and looked back over her shoulder. “Hurry up.”
“How’s the shearing going? Don’t you have a competition at the show this week?” Zoe stepped up to walk next to Ellie.
“Don’t remind me. Bloody Cooper made it to the finals with me.”
“Not good?”
“Nah, we broke up, start of the year.”
“Sorry, I forgot.” Zoe couldn’t keep up with the on again and off again relationship Billie had with Cooper.
Billie shrugged her shoulders. “You should come and stay sometime. I’ll find you a country boy.”
