To Tame a Wild Cowboy by Lori Wilde

Author:Lori Wilde
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2019-05-20T16:00:00+00:00

When they got back to his house on the Silver Feather and unloaded their purchases, Rhett rolled up his sleeves and headed for the kitchen.

“Where are you going?” Tara asked. “We have the nursery to paint while Mom’s watching Julie. No time to waste.”

“I’m going to start a pot of chili, so we’ll have supper ready when we finish putting together the furniture and painting the room.”

Tara looked skeptical. “You can cook?”

“I can cook chili. It’s the single dish in my culinary arsenal, but it’s a good one. I won a blue ribbon at the county fair one year.”

“No kidding?”

“I have hidden depths.”

“Seduce a lot of women with your chili, do you?” she asked dryly.

“Don’t you know it.” He winked, exaggerated and outrageous.

She rolled her eyes, but he caught the hint of a smile beneath it. She was looking extra hot today in a short denim skirt and a snug-fitting sage green top that complemented her tawny coloring. Her long hair was tied up in a high ponytail, and she wore pink lip gloss and little other makeup. She didn’t need makeup. She was a natural beauty.

“Seems counterproductive to serve chili before a seduction.”

He laughed. God, he loved her dry wit. “Trust me, the seduction comes first. The chili is the reward.”

“For having slept with you? Chili is the best you can do?”

He lowered his voice. “Clearly, you’ve never had my chili.”

“What’s so special about your chili?”

His gaze dipped quickly to her cleavage and he tried hard not to ogle, but she was just so damn sexy. “It’s hot and spicy and has a little something extra.”

“What’s the secret ingredient?”

“Besides the quarter cup of good-quality tequila? It’s a labor of love,” he said. “I make everything from scratch. Roast my own chiles, toast and grind the cumin and coriander seeds . . .”

“Do you need any help?”

The idea of them working side by side at the kitchen counter brought a smile to his lips. “Sure.”

“Where do you keep your aprons?”

“Aprons?”

“You know, those things you tie around your waist to protect your clothes while you’re cooking?”

“I don’t need no stinking aprons.”

“Maybe not, but not everyone is as loosey-goosey as you are. I need an apron.”

“Hang on.” He dashed to the bathroom and got a towel. Came back to the kitchen. Dug around in a kitchen drawer for industrial-sized zip ties. Knotted and tied two corners of the towel with the big zip ties. “C’mere.”

She eyed his makeshift apron suspiciously. “That’s not going to work.”

“Are you always so negative?”

“Fine.” She came over, and her wonderful scent lit him up inside. “I’ll give it a chance.”

“Turn around.”

She put her back to him.

Rhett was surprised to find his hands were trembling as he reached around her waist to cover her with the towel and cinch it in place with a third zip tie that connected the other two. His thumbs brushed her curvy hips and he felt himself start to unspool.

Quickly, he stepped away. “How’s that?”

She tested the makeshift apron, tugging on it slightly. The zip ties held.

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