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Mounting the last step, I look to my right and there she is. She’s looking in the giant wall mirror by the sofa, putting in an earring.

Glancing over her shoulder, her face splits into a brilliant smile. It’s a bullet straight to the chest.

“Hey, Colton.”

I feel myself bleeding out as I take her in. Gorgeous. Sexy.

Beautiful.

She’s wearing the world’s shortest polka-dot dress underneath a white leather jacket. Matching white cowboy boots that put those fucking legs on display. Her thighs are bare.

I want them wrapped around me. I want to put my face between them. I want them shaking. Sore tomorrow from riding.

Do we even have to go out?

Her lips are bright red. Eyes catlike and sultry. Her dark hair is straight tonight, and it falls in her face as she tilts her head to peer at me as I stare and stare some more.

“You all right?”

“You—” The word comes out threadbare. I clear my throat and try again. “Tryin’ to kill me?”

“Yes.” Turning away from the mirror, she strides toward me, my heart matching the quick clip of her boots on the floor. “Could ask you the same question.” She stops in front of me, her scent filling my head as she goes on her toes to tap the brim of my Stetson. “You wore it.”

“Dean said it was a must.” My gaze flicks to her lips.

She inhales, her tits brushing my chest. “Your son’s a smart kid.”

“You’re a fucking knockout.”

Her eyes soften as they search mine. “Thank you. It’s fun getting dressed up for you. Do I fit the honky-tonk vibe? Ours are pretty chill in Fort Worth⁠—”

“Honey, you’re gonna be the best dressed by a mile tonight.” Before I know what I’m doing, I’m slipping a hand inside her jacket and putting it on her waist. I’m using my first knuckle to tip back my hat. Then I’m leaning in to kiss her cheek. “Hey, Dallas.”

Her breath catches. “Hey, cowboy. How’re you doing?”

“Better now.” Taking off my hat, I lean in a little farther to nuzzle my face in her neck. “Much, much better.”

CHAPTER 21

Dinner and a Deep Dive

LAINEY

This.

Fucking.

Man.

First Colton shows up looking like he walked straight out of a Kevin Costner movie. He’s wearing a brown cowboy hat, one that’s spotless and a little fancier than his regular hats.

I’ve never seen him wear it before. Makes me think he saves it for special occasions.

Since when am I a special occasion?

My heart stopped working sometime around the moment when I took in his crisp white button-up. First few buttons undone. Not a wrinkle in sight.

He ironed it. Clearly took his time to make sure it was perfect. Because the man is going out with me.