Page 64 of Unsuitable

“What about Cooper?” His tone screams pissed off.

Welp…

“Just…” I clear my suddenly dry throat. “Cooper offered first, is all, and I, um…” I trail off, licking my dry lips.

Kas’s eyes flash to my mouth and then off me completely, going back to the road.

“Cooper can’t ride for shit.” His voice is low.

He seems angry. For the life of me, I don’t know why.

But then when does Kas ever need a reason?

“Isn’t he your stable manager?”

“My parents hired him, not me.” He frowns.

Okay then…

“Be ready at one, and I’ll take you for a good ride.”

I laugh. I can’t help it.

I’m sorry, but it sounded dirty.

Or maybe I just have a dirty mind.

Kas’s confused gaze swings to mine, his brow lifting in question.

“Nothing,” I mutter, fluttering my hands, as I feel heat rise in my cheeks.

Kas must replay his words in his mind because, a second later, I see a light go on in his eyes.

“Horse ride,” he clarifies.

I can hear a touch of humor in his voice, and it lifts my lips.

“I know. Sorry, it just sounded—”

“Pervy,” he finishes.

“I was gonna say dirty, but pervy works.”

I grin. His eyes come to mine, and he smiles.

Warmth erupts in my belly.

I really like it when he smiles at me. Every time he does, I feel like I’ve won something really special.

Jesus Christ, Daisy. Remember the last time you got all gooey-eyed over a man? It landed you in prison.

“There’s some spare riding gear in the utility room,” he tells me, his eyes back on the road. “It should fit you.”

“Okay, thanks. Should I come to your office, or—”

“Meet me at the stables. One p.m.,” he says.

“One p.m. Got it.”