“Because…” Sam pulls me close, hand squeezing my ass. “What I plan to do with you tonight? You’ll need your energy.”
The promise in his words hits exactly as it should.
Sam helps me into his truck—I can’t help but smile as I think about what we last did in here—and he drives us toward the older part of the property.
With Kade’s focus on fixing up the buildings that will bring in guests, these structures haven’t been the priority. Now with more funds, I know Sam and Kade have been out here working. Especially with the damn cattle threatening to burst out of the fence whenever they get a chance.
But once this is up and running, this will be another major part of The Lost Spur’s income.
“I’m glad you’re helping Kade out here,” I say.
“Yeah?”
I nod, watching as billowing, dark gray clouds start to move in.
“I love working here.”
“Me too, darlin’.” He shoots me a wink before turning his focus back to the road.
The old, decrepit barn comes into view. A few cows are lazing around, chomping down on the grass.
“You guys really can’t stay out of here, can you?” Sam asks, jumping out of the truck and walking toward the barn doors. The lock looks broken on the front.
“Are you really mad at them?” I ask, eyeing one of the babies near their mom.
“Don’t let them suck you in. They’ll do some damage if they want,” Sam grumbles.
“Aww.” I rub the forehead of one of the cows closest to me. “Don’t listen to him. I like you.”
Sam grabs me by the hips and steers me inside. “C’mon, Joey. The faster we check things out, the faster we can leave.”
“But what if I want to play with the cows now?”
I bat my lashes at him as I steal his black Stetson from his head and drop it on mine.
“You’d rather spend our evening playing with cows?”
“Did you have other plans?” I ask coyly.
“Yes. And they don’t involve cows.”
“Hmm. I guess so. You’re a close second.”
Sam swats my ass as I run by him. “I think I ought to punish you tonight.”
I turn and face him, heat blooming in my cheeks. “Is that a promise?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely.”
With this barn not functional yet, it’s used for storage. Large lockers fill the space. There’s not much out here, but Sam checks everything.
“Doesn’t look like they got into anything, but I’ll need a new lock for the door.”
“Do you have one?” I ask, spinning in a circle. Hay crunches under my feet.
“In the truck. Be right back.”
He pecks me on the cheek as he jogs out. The smell of rain permeates the air, and the pitter-patter begins on the roof as Sam runs back inside.
