“I’ve never liked it.”
“Well, I like it.”
“Are you a Star Wars fan like my mom?”
Kenzie laughed. “Is that where she got your name?”
“Yeah.” It had always embarrassed him. “I shouldn’t have told you.”
She grew serious for a moment. “Do you want me to call you Conrad like everyone else does?”
He kissed her forehead. “You can call me whatever you want.”
“How about Harry?”
“Except that.” Never that.
“Harrison, then.” She reached down to cup his balls—not what he’d expected, but that was fine. He could go with that kind of flow. “Cheyenne would be so happy if she could see you now.”
Um…“What?”
“Someone—Rose, of course—told her you and I had gotten together. She pulled me aside at Knockers and asked me whether you were as hung as she’d always thought you were. I told her I had no idea.”
Conrad lifted his head, looked down at Kenzie. “Are you serious? Cheyenne really said that?”
“She did.” Kenzie was obviously amused by this.
“Are you telling me that the good women of Scarlet talk about men’s dicks?”
“Yep—some of them anyway.”
“Okay. Good to know.” He settled his head against his pillow, chuckling. “What are you going to tell her?”
Kenzie lifted her head this time and stared up at him. “I’m not going to tell her anything. What’s between us is private and … special. I wouldn’t cheapen it by gossiping about your anatomy with anyone—even if you are hung like a horse.”
Conrad couldn’t help it. He burst into laughter, Kenzie laughing with him, the two of them rolling on the bed in a tangle of limbs.
The conversation took random turns after that—the mole on her right breast, the fact that he’d never been circumcised, the way their height difference all but disappeared when they were both lying down.
“I guess that means I need to keep you in bed,” she said.
“That’s fine by me.” As he drifted off to sleep, Conrad felt a kind of peace he hadn’t known in a very long time.
Chapter 11
It tookKenzie a moment to realize that the awful noise stabbing her ears was her alarm clock. She reached over to turn it off, but Harrison beat her to it, reaching over her with a big hand and giving the snooze button a hard smack.
“Ignore it.” He wrapped an arm around her waist and drew her back against him, nuzzling the sensitive skin at her nape, that same big hand moving to cup her breast, his fingers lazily teasing her nipple.
She tried to think—not an easy thing when she was still half asleep and getting more turned on by the moment. “What day is it?”
“Hell if I know.”
“Monday.”Damn.“I have to get up.”
He pressed his hips against her, his erection hot and hard against her bottom, his hand still playing with her breast. “Are you sure?”
“I have to open the kennel, and I’ve got a private lesson in Boulder at ten.”
