The Maisey Yates Collection : Cowboy Heroes: Take Me, Cowboy / Hold Me, Cowboy / Seduce Me, Cowboy / Claim Me, Cowboy / The Rancher's Baby. Maisey Yates

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СКАЧАТЬ She did not like it. She didn’t like it at all. More than that, she had no idea what to say. No seemed...wrong. Yes seemed worse. And she wasn’t really sure either answer was true.

      You can’t love Chase.

      She couldn’t not love him, either. He was her friend, after all. Of course she wasn’t in love with him.

      Her stomach twisted tight. No. She did not love him. She didn’t do love. At all. Especially not with him. Because he would never...

      “You look like you just got slapped with a fish,” Mark said, and, to his credit, he looked somewhat concerned.

      “I... Of course I love him,” she said. That was a safe answer. It was also true. She did love him. As a friend. And...she loved his body. And everything about him as a human being. Except for the fact that he was a man slut who would never settle down with any woman, much less her.

      Why not you?

      No. She was not thinking about this. She wasn’t thinking about any of this.

      “Tell you what. If you’re still together at the gala, you get your money.”

      “That isn’t fair. That isn’t what we agreed on.”

      He lifted a shoulder. “I know. But I also didn’t expect you to grab your best friend and have him be your date. That still seems suspicious to me, regardless of...purchases.”

      “You didn’t put any specifications on the bet, Mark. You can’t change the rules now.”

      “We didn’t put any specifications on it saying I couldn’t.”

      “Why do you care?”

      He snorted. “Why do you care?”

      “I have pride, jackass.”

      “And I don’t trust Chase McCormack. If you’re still together at the gala, you get your money. And if he hurts you in any way, I will break his neck. After I pull his balls off and feed them to the sharks.”

      It wasn’t very often that Mark’s protective side was on display. Usually, he was too busy tormenting her. Their childhood had been rough. Their father didn’t have any idea how to show affection to them, and as a result none of them were very good at it, either. Still, she never doubted that—even when he was a jerk—Mark cared about her.

      “That’s not necessary. Chase is my best friend. And now...he’s more. He isn’t going to hurt me.”

      “Sounds to me like he has the potential to hurt you worse than just about anybody.”

      His words settled heavily in the pit of her stomach. She should be able to brush them off. Because she and Chase were in a relationship. She and Chase were friends with benefits. And nothing about that would hurt at all.

      “I’ll be fine.”

      “If you need anything, just let me know.”

      “I will.”

      He lifted the condom box. “We’ll pretend this didn’t happen.” Then he turned and started to walk away.

      “Pretend what didn’t happen?” She pulled her own box of condoms up against her chest and held it tightly. “See? I’ve already forgotten. Mostly because I can’t afford therapy. At least not until you pay me the big bucks at the gala.”

      “We’ll see,” he said, walking out of sight.

      She turned, chucking the box into her cart and making her way quickly down to the milk aisle. Chase wasn’t going to hurt her, because Mark was wrong. They were only friends, and she quashed the traitorous flame in her stomach that tried to grow, tried to convince her otherwise.

      She wasn’t going to get hurt. She was just going to have a few orgasms and then move on.

      That was her story, and she was sticking to it.

      * * *

      “I’m taking you dancing tonight,” Chase said as soon as Anna picked up the phone.

      “Did you bump your head on an anvil today?”

      He supposed he shouldn’t be that surprised to hear Anna’s sarcasm. After last night—vulnerability, tears—he’d had a feeling that she wasn’t going to be overly friendly today. In fact, he’d guessed that she would have transformed into one of the little porcupines that were on her pajamas. He had been right.

      “No,” he said. “I’m just following the lesson plan. I said I was taking you out, and so I am.”

      “You know,” she said, her voice getting husky, “I’m curious about whether or not making me scream was anywhere on the lesson plan.”

      His body jolted, heat rushing through his veins. He looked over his shoulder at Sam, who was working steadily on something in the back of the shop. It was Anna’s day off, so she wasn’t on the property. But he and Sam were in the middle of a big custom job. A gate with a lot of intricate detail, with matching work for the deck and interior staircase of the home. Which meant they didn’t get real time off right now.

      “No,” he returned, satisfied his brother wasn’t paying attention, “that wasn’t on the lesson plan. But I’m a big believer in improvisation.”

      “That was improvisation? In that case, it seems to be your strength.”

      The sarcasm he had expected. This innuendo, he had not. They’d both pulled away hard last night, no denying it. It would have been simple to go out and get more protection and neither of them had.

      But damn, this new dynamic between them was a lot to get used to. Still, for all that it was kind of crazy, he knew what he wanted. “I’d like to show you more of my strengths tonight.”

      “You’re welcome to improvise your way on over to my bed anytime.” There was a pause. “Was that flirting? Was that good flirting?”

      He laughed, tension exiting his body in a big gust. He should have known. He wasn’t sure how he felt about this being part of the lesson. Not when he had been on the verge of initiating phone sex in the middle of a workday with his brother looming in the background. But keeping it part of the lesson was for the best. He didn’t need to lose his head. This was Anna, after all. He was walking a very fine line here.

      On the one hand, he knew keeping a clear line drawn in the sand was the right thing to do. They weren’t just going to be able to slide right back into their normal relationship. Not after what had happened. On the other hand, Anna was...Anna. She was essential to him. And she wasn’t jaded when it came to sexual relationships. Wasn’t experienced. That meant he needed to handle her with care. And it would benefit him to remember that he couldn’t play with her the way he did women with a little more experience. Women who understood that this was sex and nothing more.

      It could never be meaningless sex with Anna. He couldn’t have a meaningless conversation with her. That meant that whatever happened between them physically would change things, build things, tear things down. That was a fact. A scary one. Taking control, trying to harness it, label it, was the only solution he had. СКАЧАТЬ