The Cowgirl & the Stallion by Natasha Deen

Author:Natasha Deen [Deen, Natasha]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Contemporary, Western, Family Life/Oriented
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Published: 2014-05-20T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

When she told Spencer they were going out for dinner, he reacted with exuberant delight that only the word “pizza” created in little children. Twenty minutes later, after she’d spent far too much time on her hair and changed into a skirt and T-shirt—primping for herself, not to impress Nate, she lied to herself—they headed into town.

A few minutes to find parking and get everyone sorted, then they headed into the pizza parlor. The warm, comforting smell of rising dough filled the air. A bouquet of pepperoni and green peppers seeded the stained-glass chandeliers and maroon-colored booth seats with their heavenly, spicy scents. Though Aya hadn’t eaten anything but seafood in years, the smell of chorizo sausage and onions set her stomach rumbling and her taste buds yearning. She waved at a waitress, who smiled and gestured to a table for them to take.

“Too bad Destina and Pops didn’t come,” Spencer said, as he slid into the spot nearest the wall. He pushed the salt and pepper shakers from their spot in the middle of the table to the far corner with the napkins.

Aya caught Nate’s gaze. In his eyes, a mischievous light glimmered. He knew the same thing she did: Pops and Destina had stayed back to enjoy a night alone. That they shared an unspoken secret—the trivial knowledge of the couple’s burgeoning relationship—made pleasure bubble in her. Delight at knowing his thoughts before he spoke them added a tingly effervescence.

Foolishness! Her brain chastised her girlish tendency to romanticize a superficial moment, and believe it granted special access to him. Yet, she couldn’t deny the tingling in her bones as his lips formed a lopsided smile, nor could she feign ignorance at the funny thump-thump her heart made as his smile graduated into a boyish grin.

Nate slid into the seat next to her son. “I think they stayed back to fix her window.”

“It sure gets stuck a lot.” Spencer tore the green paper wrapper off the napkin. As he unrolled it, freeing the cutlery, his frames slipped down his nose.

Nate gently pushed Spencer’s glasses back to their rightful spot, and at the genuine affection shown in the gesture, an ache, borne of hopes which could never be, compressed Aya’s heart, turning the skipping beat into a tortured limp. She nodded her thanks to Chloe, the waitress, as she set mugs of water on their table.

“Hey, Mom,” Spencer said as Nate swallowed his drink, “your bedroom window sticks. You should get Nate to fix it.”

Nate choked on his drink, while Aya stomped down the sexy images flashing in her mind. But in the span of a breath, she’d counted a billion ways she’d like him to fix her window. She yanked a couple of napkins out of their silver holder and handed them to him.

“I can fix my own window, sweetie, but that was a good suggestion.”

Nate—still coughing—shot her a look, part-pain, part-aroused, and all-male. A shot of sex charged through her system, hot enough to evaporate an ocean.

“I didn’t mean—” She glanced at her son and tried to think of a euphemism for masturbation.

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