Faith In The Cowboy (Taming The Cowboy) - Plot & Excerpts
Damn, he looked good in the low-slung car. And the car itself sounded better than it ever had. But that meant no more rides from West, no more waking in his arms, him watching her get dressed. Warmth rolled through her as she remembered this morning, how he’d reached for her, pulled her back into bed. She’d been late for work for the first time in her life. She forced a smile when he parked and got out. “Want to drive it home?” Nerves skittered in her stomach. She didn’t like driving with men in the car, but he already rounded the car to get in the passenger side. The car idled more smoothly than it had since she’d owned it, and she eased it into gear after he buckled his seatbelt. “Was it a lot of work to get the new part in?” “Not too bad.” She glanced at his hands before she pulled onto the street, saw the cuts that hadn’t been there this morning. “You’re lying.” He chuckled and shifted, as if he was driven around all the time. “Okay, it was kind of a bitch.
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