That word slides through me, heating my insides more than the baking sun.
“Sorry. Distracted is all.”
“Can I help?”
I push away from him, being extra careful to ignore how hard his pecs are. No doubt from the hours spent working in the barn.
“All good. I need to get back to the desk to make sure everything is all set for the big dinner tonight.”
“Right.” Sam takes his hat off and scrubs a hand over the back of his neck. “I’ve got a few trail rides heading out that I need to get the horses ready for.”
“One of these days you’ll have to get me out there for a ride.”
“On a horse?” He cocks a brow at me.
“What else would I be riding?” I grin back at him.
I can’t help that I’m a shameless flirt. I like men and theattention I get back from them. Even if it’s bitten me in the ass more than a few times in my life.
It’s hard not to flirt with him. Even if he is my dad’s best friend. He’s so effortlessly sexy, it should be illegal.
It’s probably going to bite me in the ass.
But I don’t care.
“I need to get back to the barn. See you later, darlin’.”
“Bye, Sam.”
He spins on his cowboy boots and leaves. No man’s ass has the right to look that good in a pair of jeans.
I sigh, going back to the computer and putting Sam Shaw out of my mind. No good can come from lusting after that man.
Might as well focus on the things in my life that I can control, like my job and my son. Anything else will bring the chaos Serena told me is in my future. Something I don’t have the energy to deal with.
I’ll do whatever it takes to keep my life the way it is.
Even if it means ignoring the hot cowboy that I can’t seem to keep my eyes off of.
Chapter Two
SAM
On a horse?
What a fucking idiot.
Of course she meant take her for a ride on a horse. But fuck me, I couldn’t handle the way Joey grinned at me. I’m cooler than this. Nothing rattles me.
Being a single dad since my wife died meant having to raise a moody teenager on my own. I’m glad those days are behind me. Having been through the worst of it with Lennox means nothing fazes me. Keeping my cool is easy.
Except Joey Andrews.
Why is one woman rattling me?
Probably because she’s your best friend’s daughter.
Fuck.
