Outback Cowboy by Lexxie Couper

Author:Lexxie Couper [Couper, Mari Carr and Lexxie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: General Fiction
Publisher: Book Boutiques
Published: 2017-07-08T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

“Why Black Friday?”

Monet lifted her head from where it lay resting on her crossed arms, opening her eyes to look at Dylan. He was sitting on the bed beside her, his back against the headboard as he cast his attention over the open New York Times in his hands.

He looked so perfect there on her bed—finally on her bed, not the sofa—his golden-brown chest calling to be touched, his long, lean legs stretched out before him on top of the sheets. His black boxers—which he’d slipped on to retrieve the morning paper from Monet’s door fifteen minutes ago—highlighted the deep tan the Australian sun had given him, a sight Monet found very appealing indeed. If she wasn’t so damn comfortable stretched out on her belly, his body heat seeping into her side, his distinctly masculine scent threading through every breath she pulled, she’d climb from the bed, find her closest sketchbook and capture his gorgeousness on paper.

But she was comfortable. Damn comfortable. And her closest sketchbook was at least a good fifteen feet away out in her studio.

“We have a Black Friday in Australia,” Dylan went on, “but it’s named after a bush fire that destroyed whole towns.” He cast her a quick sideways look around the edge of the Times. “I’m guessin’ your Black Friday has nothing to do with fire?”

Monet shifted on the bed until she lay on her side, resting her head on her hand as she smiled at him. “No. It was originally called Black Friday because the number of people who went out shopping in Philadelphia after Thanksgiving made the streets and sidewalks hell. Somewhere around the eighties, people started referring to it that way because supposedly the retails stores turned a profit after that day.”

He frowned at the paper in his hands. “And people really get out of bed to go shopping at four in the morning?”

Monet grinned. “They do.”

Dylan shook his head. “Bloody idiots.”

“And what do you do at four in the morning, Mr. Oh-So-Mighty Sullivan?”

He closed the paper, folded it carefully and then tossed it over his shoulder as he rolled onto his side to face her. “Sleep.” He pulled a face. “Or muster a herd if it’s summer or sale day. Or find a snake to put in Hunter’s boots if he’s been out on the town the night before.” His grin returned. “But my favorite thing is sleep. Definitely not going to the bloody shops, I can tell you that.”

“What if the most perfect prize bull was only going to be on sale at four thirty and every other cowboy—I mean stockman,” she corrected when he cocked an eyebrow at her, “was going to be there to try to buy it. Would you get out of bed to go to the ‘bloody shops’ then?”

Dylan laughed, placing his hand on the curve of her bare hip and smoothing his hand over the gentle dip of her waist. “Oh well, that’s different. If it’s something important like Angus.”

Monet rolled her eyes. “You are such a cowboy,” she said, emphasizing the cow.

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