Page 34 of Need Me, Cowboy


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But that had been the easy part. Following his lead. Allowing his hands, his mouth, his... All of him, to take her on a journey.

But afterward...

She frowned, and it was only then that she realized which direction she was driving.

And she knew she had a choice.

She could keep on going, or she could turn back.

But even as she thought it, she knew the truth. It was too late.

She couldn’t go back.

She might have a better understanding of things after last night, and with everything she knew now, she might have made a different decision in that bar.

But she had to go forward.

With that in mind, she turned onto the winding road that led up to Levi’s house.

And she didn’t look back.

When Levi heard the knock on his door, he was less than amused. He was not in the mood to be preached at, subjected to a sales pitch or offered Girl Scout cookies. And he could legitimately think of no other reason why anyone would be knocking on his door. So he pulled it open on a growl, and then froze.

“You’re not a Jehovah’s Witness.”

Faith cleared her throat. “Not last I checked.” She lifted a shoulder. “I’m Baptist, but—”

“That’s not really relevant.”

Her lips twitched. “Well... I guess not tothisconversation, no.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I felt like I was owed a chance to have a conversation with you when I wasn’t naked and waiting to be returned to my car.”

When she put it like that... He felt like even more of a dick. He hadn’t thought that was possible.

“Go ahead,” he said, extending his hand out.

“Oh. I didn’t think... Maybe you should invite me in?”

“Should I?”

“It would be the polite thing to do.”

“Well, you’ll have to forgive me. In all the excitement of the last few years of my life, I’ve forgotten what the polite thing is.”

“Oh, that’s BS.” And she breezed past him and stamped into the house. “I understand that’s your excuse of choice when it comes to all of your behavior. But I don’t buy it.”

“My excuse?” he asked. “I’m glad to know you consider five years in prison to be an excuse.”

“I’m just saying that if you know you’re behaving badly you could probably behavelessbadly.”

He snorted. “You have a lot of unearned opinions.”

“Well, maybe help me earn some of them. Stop making pronouncements at me about how I don’t know what I’m doing and help me figure out what I’m doing. We had sex. We can’t change that. I don’t want to change it.”

“Faith...”