Michael never tries to be anyone other than who he is.
His muscular body is tall and lean. He’s rough around the edges, wearing a faded gray t-shirt and worn blue jeans. His dark hair is cut short but still manages to look stylishly messy.
He glances around the bar, and his gaze lands on me.
I raise my hand in a brief wave.
His serious expression drops, and he breaks into a smile.
“Our girls’ night is about to be crashed,” Savannah murmurs.
“I’m okay with that,” Mia says. “My curious self is intrigued.”
“Intrigued by what?” I ask.
“By you and Michael. And…” She trails off, but then whispers to me, “Three single cowboys and an independent Montana girl. Somebody’s got to match up, right?”
I glance at Jamie Beth as all four guys, led by Michael, approach the bar. Her face flushes pink, but she doesn’t reveal who she’s reacting to.
“Hey.” Michael stops at my stool.
“Hey.” I smile up at him.
My chest lurches when he takes me by surprise and kisses me.
A lingering kiss on the lips.
A tender—but super hot—kiss.
My eyes flutter closed and I kiss him back.
I hear vague cheers around us, and Michael eventually pulls back.
We lock eyes as he braces his hands on my stool.
“I had no idea you’d be here,” he says.
“Girls’ night out took us to Lucky Cowboy,” I joke.
He cocks his head. “I didn’t know you were looking for a cowboy to get lucky with.”
“I don’t have to look. I’ve got a part-time cowboy I like very much.”
“Oh, yeah?” He leans closer to whisper in my ear. “I’m not even a part-time cowboy, but I’ll play the part if you want me to.”
I laugh, and my stomach dips with desire.
“You don’t need to play a part. I like you exactly as you are,” I tell him.
“Likewise.”
“Ha!” I hear loudly from my right.
I turn toward the sound.
Jamie Beth is waving a bill in Cooper’s face.
“I bet you five dollars,” she says.
