A Real Cowboy Rides A Motorcycle - Plot & Excerpts
And then, never move again. Until he recovered, and then— "Wow." Her sigh of contentment interrupted his fantasies, making him smile. He grinned as Taylor nestled against him, her hair tickling his chest. "Yeah, it was." She splayed her hands over his stomach, tracing designs on his skin. "You're going to make it hard for me to go back to my real life," she said. His amusement faded, and his arm tightened around her instinctively. "When are you leaving?" She shrugged. "I promised Mira I'd stay 'til after the baby is born and help out. I have about six weeks of vacation accumulated, but I doubt I can take them all. They need me." Six weeks. Or a week. He wasn't a long-term guy in any way, but the thought of Taylor getting on an airplane didn't sit well with him. But shit. What did he have to offer her? Nothing. "Can I ask you something?" Her voice was slurred with contentment, making something inside him warm. He liked that she was relaxed. He liked that he was the one she was relaxing with.
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