“Fuck.”
Seconds later, out the kitchen window, I see the truck with the snowplow pull into the yard.
I still, gripping Anna’s hips, unwilling to leave her.
“What is it?” She tries to lift her head to see what’s distracted me, but from her vantage point, she can’t see out the window.
“We have company.” Reluctantly, I pull out of her sweet heat, leaving us both wanting. My cock is slick with her juices and my own seeping release as I tuck it back into my jeans.
Anna moans her disproval and stands, seeing what I’m seeing. Travis jumping down from the truck and jogging toward the front door.
“Oh.” Her mouth falls open, and she looks back at me.
I hate the confusion on her face. As she tries to work out what the ranch hands’ arrival means for us.
I reach for her, but she’s already moving from the room. “I should get dressed.”
“Anna, I?—”
She stops in the doorway and looks at me, her eyes questioning. This is where I should tell her what the last few days have meant to me.
Whatshemeans to me.
Instead, all I say is, “Yes. Get dressed. I’ll meet Travis.”
ANNA
Itake my time getting dressed. Partly because it’s an effort to ignore the throbbing between my legs at what we just left unfinished, and partly because I have no idea what I’m going to say to Wyatt or his ranch hand, Travis, when I finally emerge from the bedroom.
I’ve just spent the last few days being incredibly unprofessional. Sleeping with a client? If my uncle ever finds out, I know exactly what he’ll say. He’ll tell me that life in the mountains is rough, and I need to be tough. I need to be above reproach if I’m going to gain the respect of the ranchers out here.
I can’t just fall into bed with any rancher who happens to make my heartbeat fast.
The groan slips from me. I drop my head into my hands as the full weight of what I’ve done hits me.
I don’t think Wyatt would say anything to my uncle. Especially since Uncle Bill doesn’t think highly of the Thorne family. But what about Travis? Will he say something? Will he even notice?
On the surface, everything is innocent enough. I came to check on Oatmeal and help with her foal. I got trapped by the snowstorm. There’s nothing wrong with that.
But will Travis be able to see it on my face that there’s so much more to the story than what’s on the surface? Will he be able to see the flush on my cheeks? The way I carry myself now that I’ve been in Wyatt’s bed for the last few nights…and days?
Do I look different? Do I look like a changed woman?
How can I not? Iama changed woman.
Wyatt and being with him here on this ranch have changed me in more ways than I can count.
I blow out a sigh and take one last look at myself in the mirror. I’m dressed again in my own sweater and jeans. Having spent most of the last few days simply wearing one of Wyatt’s oversized flannels.
I have no choice but to go out there and face the men. I no longer know what I hope to happen. Will Wyatt pull me in for a kiss before I drive away? Will there be a promise of finishing what we started in the kitchen at a later date? Is this thing with us more than just a snowed-in fling?
More than anything, I know in my heart that’s exactly what I want. I don’t want this thing with Wyatt to be over. Not even close.
But at the same time, if Uncle Bill hears about it and refuses to sell me the practice, my time in Rock Creek will be over anyway.
It’s a lose-lose situation.
But I can’t put it off any longer.
