Lone Star Daddy (McCabe Multiples) by Cathy Gillen Thacker

Author:Cathy Gillen Thacker [Thacker, Cathy Gillen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2015-06-01T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Rose stared at the two horses, saddled and ready, standing patiently in front of her house. As promised, Clint had surprised her for their Saturday evening date.

He lifted his Stetson and resettled it on his head. “You don’t like to ride?” Sexy crinkles appeared at the corners of his eyes.

She had spent a long time getting ready herself but was unprepared for how good he looked. The cut of his tan Western sport coat and jeans played up his masculine physique, while the bright white of his shirt contrasted nicely with his sun-bronzed skin and the chestnut strands of his freshly cropped hair. He’d also shaved closely and smelled of leather-and-spice cologne.

“Actually, I love to ride. I just haven’t been on a horse in a while. And I’m not sure I’m dressed for it.” Rose gestured to the flowered dress and cardigan she had on. “Except, of course, for the boots.” She’d pulled on her favorite burgundy cowgirl boots.

He adjusted the brim of his Stetson and smiled down at her. “Silver won’t mind if you go as-is.”

Nor, apparently, would her date.

Rose thought about changing into jeans, too. She decided against it, given the wardrobe crisis she’d already had, trying to decide what to wear tonight. Her floral sundress with the fitted bodice and full knee-length skirt was long enough to afford her modesty, even in the saddle. The problem would be protecting her bare inner thighs from rubbing against the saddle as she rode.

“Just give me a minute.”

She raced back up the stairs. She plucked a pair of rose-colored yoga shorts from her bureau, kicked off her cowgirl boots and shimmied her way into the form-fitting knit.

Satisfied the hem of her dress fell a good four inches beneath the hem of her yoga shorts, she tugged her boots on and raced back down the stairs.

Clint surveyed her head to toe, his gaze lingering on the low neckline of her dress before returning to her eyes. He slid his arm beneath her elbow. “I was hoping you wouldn’t change the dress for jeans.”

A comment which just confirmed he liked his women feminine. Just as she liked her men big, strong and tall.

She batted her eyelashes at him flirtatiously. “Don’t like the way I look in denim?”

He shrugged and watched her move through the downstairs, checking door locks and turning on lights, so it wouldn’t be pitch black when they returned. “I wouldn’t say that.”

She turned sideways. The skirt of her dress brushed him as she passed.

He smiled down at her and fell in step beside her as they walked back to the foyer. “I just like the way you look in this dress.” Once again, his hand was on her, this time pressed to the middle of her spine.

She flushed, heating at his light touch, and they hadn’t really started their date yet. “Which is what...?”

He leaned down to whisper in her ear. “All soft and womanly.”

Rose sucked in a breath. “I probably should tell you that lines like that don’t work on me.

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