Good Time Cowboy. Maisey Yates

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       CHAPTER FOUR

      SHE WAS AS stupid as she was transparent. She didn’t care if Grant wanted to date again. She wasn’t interested in Grant like that at all. But she had to do something to...something. To diffuse that very obvious moment that had just happened between herself and Wyatt.

      She didn’t like this. Not at all.

      She didn’t like feeling like she didn’t have the upper hand on a social situation. Didn’t like feeling as if everything around her was so far beyond her she could never reach it.

      That was her entire experience in the early days of dating Damien and being his wife. Feeling like she had just walked into the room in the middle of a conversation and had to spend every moment thereafter playing catch-up.

      She hated that feeling. More than anything.

      Well, that wasn’t true. Actually, she hated finding out that her husband had been having an affair for years and years even more. Although, it was a different side of the same coin. Being out of the loop. Being ignorant. Being small.

      Somehow less than everyone that surrounded her.

      Wyatt didn’t make her feel like she was less, but he made her feel something. And she didn’t like it.

      She’d gotten her balance in a small sense when she had demanded that Laz put Wyatt’s drink on her tab.

      But then, he had touched her.

      He had touched her, and she hadn’t been able to disguise her response to it. She could see it in his eyes. That he thought he knew exactly what she felt. And even if it was true, even if he did, she was not going to let him have that.

      She enjoyed this. That hesitation in his eyes. The tightening in his jaw. The fact that she had him on his back foot. Yeah, she liked that a lot better than feeling like she was on hers.

      He tilted his head back. “Grant, huh?”

      “He seems like a nice guy. Good-looking too.”

      “Right.” His teeth were clenched so tight she’d be surprised if he didn’t chip one. Maybe that shouldn’t satisfy her. But it did.

      “Just wondering if you have the inside track on that.” She tried to look both cool and interested at the same time.

      He lifted a brow. “I expect you could ask him yourself.”

      “Oh, I expect I could.” She kept her tone light but steady. She had a feeling it was that lightness that had him caught so off guard.

      “Then why ask me?” He was trying to sound casual too. Unlike her, he was failing.

      “Everyone could use a good wingman, Wyatt. If you wanted to be mine, I would hardly say no.” She smiled, and he didn’t.

      “I’ll pass.”

      She lifted her shoulder. “Suit yourself. But, I would have returned the favor.”

      “Wingmen are for amateurs, honey,” he said. “I’ve never needed one yet.”

      He walked away from her, heading back over to their shared corner of the saloon. She was captivated watching him. Even angry at him. Even with him angry at her.

      Those broad shoulders, narrow waist. His ass in those jeans.

      She didn’t know who she was when she looked at him. The things she noticed. What it made her want.

      She stood for a moment and took a breath trying to get a hold of herself. It was only then that she realized her hands were shaking. Dammit.

      She crossed the room, making her way back over to the table. “Why don’t you sit next to Grant?” Wyatt asked, giving her an evil smirk from his position in his chair.

      And that made her suspect that he didn’t believe her at all. Asshole.

      “Sure,” she said, easily, casually. She took a seat next to Grant. “We haven’t had a chance to talk much,” she said, turning to the other man.

      Grant was looking at her, somewhat blandly, and she felt a small twinge of guilt. She wasn’t interested in him. She didn’t want him to think she was. Not when she wasn’t going to actually follow up.

      That was a new low. Using a widowed man as a pawn in her control game.

      But, his extreme and apparent lack of interest made her feel less guilty immediately.

      Somehow, they stumbled through the rest of the evening making conversation. And she could feel Wyatt’s eyes on her the entire time. But she refused to look back at him.

      * * *

      WYATT WAS IN a foul mood by the time he got home. It was late, and he was slightly drunk. He, Grant and Jamie had all had a bit too much to drink to drive home, and they’d had to call on Bennett to come and pick them up. Bennett had muttered about their poor planning, and the fact that he’d had to leave his fiancée and home to come bail his asshole siblings out because they hadn’t chosen a designated driver.

      Wyatt had not told him about the fact that the three of them had discussed using Bennett as a designated driver before they had gone out for the evening. The fact of the matter was, they had known that their more responsible brother would be on hand to deal with them.

      Hell, the man had the benefit of going home to his fiancée and son every day after work. He could deal with his siblings who were single and alone.

      Not that Wyatt had ever felt like marriage and kids were the goal for him.

      Still, he was in a bad mood, and he wasn’t supposed to be. A night of drinking had been intended to cure his ills, not add to them. СКАЧАТЬ