For the next forty-five minutes I puttered about the backyard aimlessly. I weeded pot plants, watered the garden, and swept the path. Anything to keep my hands busy and my thoughts from wandering into dangerous territory.
“You ready, cowboy?” Zoe’s musical voice called.
Dropping the weeds onto the grass, I wiped my dirty hands across the butt of my jeans before spinning around. Spotting Zoe standing at the back door, my heart stopped. Not just missed a beat of two. No, it came to a screeching halt. I opened my mouth to speak but words failed me. She’d quite literally taken the words right out of my mouth.
Standing with her hands on her hips, she was every guy’s wet dream personified. Or at the very least, she was mine. She wore skinny jeans that hugged every curve, sending all the blood in my body on a way one trip south. She’d obviously been digging through my wardrobe again, but once again I wasn’t upset. She’d found a shirt I didn’t even remember owning and pulled it on over a white tank top, knotting it at the back so it pulled tight across her chest. Her long hair fell in a messy braid over her shoulder and her lips?those delicious kissable lips?glistened, making my mouth water. It was the cowboy boots that did me in. She was the entire package. She was everything I could ever imagine wanting. And I had imagined it. Over and over and over again.
“Yeah,” I spluttered, my throat feeling like sand paper. “Meet me out the front?”
“Okay,” she agreed but the look she shot me was wary. It was like she knew something was going on, but she wasn’t quite sure. I wasn’t about to put her out of her misery either and tell her I needed a minute or maybe five to get my raging hormones under control.
I watched as Zoe spun on her heel and stalked away. The way her ass sashayed through the door, I was positive she knew exactly what she was doing. She was trying to kill me. Slowly. It took longer than was acceptable and more than a few deep breaths before I made my way to the truck.
As I turned the key, Zoe looked over with wide eyes and smiled. “So, where we headed?”
She was being a bitch. There was a sweetness in her voice that I hadn’t heard in such a long time that instantly I knew what she was playing at. She was trying to wrap me around her little finger. Well, the joke was on her. I was already her bitch. Just because it may have been the truth, it didn’t mean I had to tell her that.
“Not sure. Any suggestions?” I didn’t recognise my own voice. It had dropped a couple of octaves and I couldn’t help but grin, feeling like a clumsy, horny teenage boy again.
“Actually, there’s one place I wouldn’t mind seeing again.” She winked.
I didn’t have to ask where. I knew.
