WANTED by Kat Addams

Author:Kat Addams [Addams, Kat]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kat Addams

Chapter Seven

Josie

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I spent the entire day touring the ranch and Gillibrook on a much more stable quad than a comedic donkey. Tripp had shown me a massive herd of buffalo in a nearby valley, the pond a perverted moose frequented, and the spot where he’d popped the grizzly in the butt. We laughed our way through the sunny day, searching for critters, stopping to snack on edible wild berries, and sinking our feet in the rocky creek.

We picnicked on a bed of clover, combing through the weeds until I found a four-leaf clover and waved it in the air like a flag. It was the second time in my life I’d ever found one. The first time was by accident when I tripped over my two left feet and headed face-first into a clover patch. I picked myself up with a busted lip, and the prized plant was stuck between my two front teeth. But I hadn’t had anyone to share that story with, and I didn’t think to start bragging about it now because Tripp had been less than impressed when I found the four-leaf clover. He gave me the luck-schmuck speech again and waved away my superstitions.

But the lucky prize worked for me because shortly after I found it, he whisked me off my feet again and into the barn for a rowdy romp. He fucked me on a pile of fresh hay, like he’d just gotten out of prison. Afterward, I wobbled on shaky legs and wore that sweet-scented straw weaved through my hair all day as a trophy. I even plucked a piece from my head and stuffed it in my jeans pocket next to the clover, keeping the mementos to place on my bookshelf back home—right beside my Western romance novels—so I could breathe it in and close my eyes, reliving my time in Gillibrook.

I’d set out on this big, fake fiasco to shag a cowboy, but with Tripp, I’d gotten much more than a one-night stand. He showed me a slice of adventure, sprinkled with a touch of grace. His rugged exterior hid the mysterious complexity lurking underneath his surface. He didn’t need to invent lies like I did. He was interesting enough as himself. He swept me off of my boots and into his bed, blazing a trail right through me. I couldn’t measure up. I lived my life safely through my to-be-read pile, inventing fantastical scenarios in my head and hiding from making them happen—at least until now.

I had built my memorable time with Tripp on a bald-faced lie. He liked the broken, fake Josie who loved the color chartreuse, played the accordion, had grown up in Paris, listened to gangster rap, and had been a member of the BAD sorority. I wasn’t anything like that Josie. I’d never had a scandalous fiancé, let alone a steady boyfriend. I thought chartreuse was the color of an angry sinus infection. I couldn’t play an instrument to save my life. Nothing in

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