Good Time Cowboy. Maisey Yates

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      “I do know how to ride. And, Jamie isn’t taking me.”

      Sabrina lifted a brow. “Who is taking you?”

      “Wyatt,” Lindy said, trying to sound casual.

      “So, you’re wearing jeans. For Wyatt.”

      “No. I’m wearing jeans to ride a horse, because a pencil skirt would necessitate me riding sidesaddle. Which isn’t happening. I don’t even think they make sidesaddles anymore.”

      “I’m sure they do,” Sabrina said, “but that’s beside the point.”

      “No, it isn’t.”

      “He gets under your skin,” Sabrina pointed out.

      “Yes,” Lindy said, “he does. Because he’s that kind of guy. That cocky, arrogant asshole that thinks he can get away with anything. That thinks a smile and his easy charm is going to cover up any mistake he might make.”

      “He’s not Damien,” Sabrina pointed out.

      That forced Lindy to compare. Damien’s slick charm versus Wyatt’s rough, down-home variety. Damien would never give a woman a hard time, never tease the way Wyatt did. He’d only lie. Pretending to love, honor and cherish while he snuck around.

      She couldn’t imagine Wyatt sneaking.

      Wyatt was a full-blown hurricane. And hurricanes didn’t sneak.

      She didn’t like that they weren’t as similar as she wanted to pretend they were. Because as long as Wyatt was just Damien in different clothes, it was easy to convince herself she wanted nothing to do with him.

      Well, easy was a stretch.

      “Too similar,” she said anyway.

      “Is there any man you wouldn’t think was too similar right now?”

      “No,” Lindy said. “I’m not in the market. Like I said, I have too much to do.”

      “Right. I mean, I get you. I was you.”

      “That’s different. You didn’t date because you fell in love with Liam Donnelly fourteen years ago, and it never changed. Even when he left. I’m not still in love with Damien. I’m not hung up on him. I’m trying to make my way on my own for a while. When I have a handle on that...then maybe I’ll worry about bringing someone else into my life.”

      “A physical relationship doesn’t have to intrude on that,” Sabrina said, looking innocent.

      “If I want to place an ad online I’ll remember that.”

      “Why place an ad?” Sabrina asked, her tone saccharine. “You’re going on a trail ride with Wyatt later.”

      “Did you not hear me the first time? I’m immune to men like him. Anyway, I have to work with him. That puts him squarely off-limits.”

      Sabrina shrugged. “Suit yourself. But whenever you two are in the same room it feels like there is literal electricity in the air. If I were you... I would be tempted to see where that might end.”

      “I know where it ends,” she said. “Divorce court.”

      “It was like that between you and Damien?”

      It wasn’t a leading question, but a genuine one. And Lindy wished that she could say it had been. That the strange undercurrent that existed between herself and Wyatt was just old hat to her. Nothing she hadn’t navigated before.

      But it was like something else entirely. So different that most of the time she tried to pretend it was irritation, that it wasn’t attraction at all.

      But then...

      Then she was reminded of that first moment she’d seen him. Five years ago. With her husband’s ring on her finger.

      They’d been traveling together that year for Damien’s work with the rodeo, and that had meant more nights in honky-tonks than she cared for. But she’d gone anyway.

      She’d gone to meet Damien after an event one night. And he’d been there, sitting on a bar stool across the room. He’d looked at her. Which was nothing. Nothing new, nothing extraordinary. People looked at each other every day.

      This had been like a lightning strike. Electric. Immobilizing.

      Lethal.

      She’d had to force herself to keep moving forward, and the whole time he’d stared.

      His brown eyes locked on to hers, his expression filled with a kind of intensity she had never seen before.

      It had been like her entire body had been hollowed out, making room for this feeling that he had created and placed inside of her. There had been nothing but that. For a full thirty seconds. Nothing else existed outside of it. Not her life. Not her marriage.

      Then Damien had stood up, smiled, grabbed hold of her and introduced her as his wife.

      It had been like watching a train she had been meant to catch move away from the station, far ahead of her, going somewhere she would never be able to follow.

      After that, she felt like she’d been slapped in the face by reality. And whatever feeling she had felt moments before had been replaced completely by anger. Resentment.

      At him. As unfair as it was.

      “Yes,” she said, her throat dry. “It’s just a little bit of a spark. I’m a woman. He’s a man. It’s nothing...” Again, she flashed back to that first moment in that bar, when the earth had shifted beneath her feet. “Nothing I haven’t felt before. Nothing I won’t feel again. If you don’t catch one train, another will always be by,” she said, in defiance of that earlier metaphor that had passed through her mind.

      “If you say so.”

      “I do. And I have work to do.”

      “Okay,” Sabrina said, writing on the order form in front of her with a flourish. “I have to get down to town. Enjoy your ride.”

      Lindy clenched her teeth. “Oh, I will. I will.”

       CHAPTER SIX

      WELL, HELL. HE had anticipated how much he’d want her if she showed up in a little pencil skirt, the kind he wanted to shove up her hips so he could step between her thighs. He had expected her hair to be in a prim little bun. Had expected that he would want to take it down and run his fingers through it. He always did.

      What he hadn’t expected was for her to be wearing jeans. Jeans that molded to her long, slender legs and showcased her figure in a new, tantalizing way, that the styling of her skirts didn’t.

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