“So if not, I can sue you? Go straight to the sheriff?”
“Wouldn’t recommend the sheriff. But yes.”
“Why not?”
“Because Rufus… is, uh… Hope’s fiancé.”
She blinked.
“You mean Rufus? The one you hallucinated into existence at 3 a.m.?”
“Okay, well—I’m not perfect.”
I drained the rest of my coffee and tossed the mug in the sink.
“You wanna come with me to get McKenzie?”
She looked at me like I’d just switched languages. You could almost see the gears turning in that pretty little head of hers.
“She’s not my ex, don’t worry.”
“Honestly, whoever she is, it’ll be refreshing to meet someone you haven’t rolled around with.”
“Didn’t say I didn’t roll around with her… but more like…under.If you know what I mean.” I winked.
Damn, this girl was fun.
I reached for her, already dying to kiss that grumpy little face.
She shoved me off.
“What, I can’t even hug my future wife?”
“Hug McKenzie.”
She spun on her heel and disappeared into the bathroom.
I leaned back, grinning like an idiot.
“You’ve got fifteen minutes, sweetheart” I called after her.
6. CHAPTER MCKENZIE
By the time she came out, I’d already saddled up the little spotted pony.
“What’s this?”
“Well,” I said, patting Pinkie’s side, “it’s not on your list, but I figured before the big rodeo, you might wanna try something… smaller.”
“Was there seriously nothing smaller?”
“I’m offended. And so is Pinkie.”
I shot a look over my shoulder.
“Just saying, ponies are way more dangerous than horses. No offense, Shakespeare.” My own horse snorted, like he agreed.
Willa laughed.
