“About what?”
Sam grabbed his saddle out of a storage compartment in the trailer and slung it over Dakota’s back. “Whatever’s botherin’ you.”
“Who said anything was botherin’ me?” Grant tossed the blanket and saddle over Little Joe’s back. The Appaloosa stood steady, unfazed by the activity around him. Unlike his owner.
Grant wanted to confront Sam. At the same time, he didn’t want Sam to know he and Mona had been a thing at one time. Sam might feel as if he had to back off Mona and let Grant have a shot at her.
Actually, that was exactly what Grant wanted, but not because of Sam’s sense of loyalty. He wanted Mona to come to him instead of Sam, without Sam pulling himself out of the equation.
Thing was, she wouldn’t come to him unless he showed her how he felt. She might still be under the impression he wasn’t interested since that was the last word she’d gotten from him, back when he’d made the mistake of picking up Dalton’s slack.
Grant cinched the girth beneath Little Joe’s belly and slipped a bridle over his head, coming to a couple conclusions as he did.
If he wanted Mona back, he’d have to woo her. She’d have to make the decision between Sam and him. He’d tried sharing a woman before and all that had gotten him was a loveless marriage with a woman he’d only cared about long enough for a one-night stand. In the process, he’d lost the woman he’d always dreamed of marrying.
Mona would be working the Ugly Stick Saloon that night. If he wanted time alone with her, he’d have to catch her before that. He’d stop by her shop after their event and ask her out to dinner.
“Ready?” Sam stepped into the stirrup and swung into his saddle.
“Yeah.” Grant hauled himself into the saddle and followed Sam and his mount into an open field. As they passed Tacey’s trailer, an image of a tall sandy-haired blonde flashed through his mind, reminding him of how beautiful she’d been standing in front of him naked.
He shifted in his saddle, his groin tightening. He couldn’t think of Tacey when it was another woman he’d come back to Temptation for. That evening he’d start his campaign to win back Mona.
Bunny slipped into the Shear Safari as Mona was flipping the Closed sign to Open. “Okay, girlfriend, spill.”
Avoiding Bunny’s determined gaze, Mona grabbed a broom and swept the spotless floor to keep her hands from shaking. “I don’t have anything to say.”
Bunny grabbed the broom from her and held it still. “I saw Sam Whitefeather leaving your apartment early this morning. Don’t tell me you have nothing to say.” She let go and settled in the swivel chair. “I want all the delicious details.”
“Sam stayed the night. It was no big deal.” Like hell. It was a huge deal and she wasn’t sure how to proceed from the hole she’d dug herself into.
“I saw how you handled Dalton last night, and I also saw your reaction to seeing Grant for the first time. Then you shack up with Grant’s partner and you’re telling me it’s no big deal? I don’t think so, sweetie.” She patted the swivel chair beside her. “Sit.”
Mona dropped into the chair and buried her face in her hands. “I don’t know what to do.”
“Start with how you feel about Sam.”
“He’s nice, handsome, and…”
“Is he good in bed?”
“Bunny!”
“You know it counts, so don’t get all sanctimonious on me. You’re the one who told me to take a step on the wild side. And look what it got me.” Bunny grinned. “Not one cowboy, but two. Cory and Jack make me happier than I thought possible.”
“This is different,” Mona said.
“How?”
“I was in love with Grant.”
“Okay then, let’s talk about that.”
She shook her head. “I don’t want to.”
“Too bad.” Bunny stood and trapped Mona in her chair. “Do you still love Grant?”
Mona glanced away. “I don’t know.”
“You nearly caused a mass-casualty event at the Ugly Stick when
Sam grabbed his saddle out of a storage compartment in the trailer and slung it over Dakota’s back. “Whatever’s botherin’ you.”
“Who said anything was botherin’ me?” Grant tossed the blanket and saddle over Little Joe’s back. The Appaloosa stood steady, unfazed by the activity around him. Unlike his owner.
Grant wanted to confront Sam. At the same time, he didn’t want Sam to know he and Mona had been a thing at one time. Sam might feel as if he had to back off Mona and let Grant have a shot at her.
Actually, that was exactly what Grant wanted, but not because of Sam’s sense of loyalty. He wanted Mona to come to him instead of Sam, without Sam pulling himself out of the equation.
Thing was, she wouldn’t come to him unless he showed her how he felt. She might still be under the impression he wasn’t interested since that was the last word she’d gotten from him, back when he’d made the mistake of picking up Dalton’s slack.
Grant cinched the girth beneath Little Joe’s belly and slipped a bridle over his head, coming to a couple conclusions as he did.
If he wanted Mona back, he’d have to woo her. She’d have to make the decision between Sam and him. He’d tried sharing a woman before and all that had gotten him was a loveless marriage with a woman he’d only cared about long enough for a one-night stand. In the process, he’d lost the woman he’d always dreamed of marrying.
Mona would be working the Ugly Stick Saloon that night. If he wanted time alone with her, he’d have to catch her before that. He’d stop by her shop after their event and ask her out to dinner.
“Ready?” Sam stepped into the stirrup and swung into his saddle.
“Yeah.” Grant hauled himself into the saddle and followed Sam and his mount into an open field. As they passed Tacey’s trailer, an image of a tall sandy-haired blonde flashed through his mind, reminding him of how beautiful she’d been standing in front of him naked.
He shifted in his saddle, his groin tightening. He couldn’t think of Tacey when it was another woman he’d come back to Temptation for. That evening he’d start his campaign to win back Mona.
Bunny slipped into the Shear Safari as Mona was flipping the Closed sign to Open. “Okay, girlfriend, spill.”
Avoiding Bunny’s determined gaze, Mona grabbed a broom and swept the spotless floor to keep her hands from shaking. “I don’t have anything to say.”
Bunny grabbed the broom from her and held it still. “I saw Sam Whitefeather leaving your apartment early this morning. Don’t tell me you have nothing to say.” She let go and settled in the swivel chair. “I want all the delicious details.”
“Sam stayed the night. It was no big deal.” Like hell. It was a huge deal and she wasn’t sure how to proceed from the hole she’d dug herself into.
“I saw how you handled Dalton last night, and I also saw your reaction to seeing Grant for the first time. Then you shack up with Grant’s partner and you’re telling me it’s no big deal? I don’t think so, sweetie.” She patted the swivel chair beside her. “Sit.”
Mona dropped into the chair and buried her face in her hands. “I don’t know what to do.”
“Start with how you feel about Sam.”
“He’s nice, handsome, and…”
“Is he good in bed?”
“Bunny!”
“You know it counts, so don’t get all sanctimonious on me. You’re the one who told me to take a step on the wild side. And look what it got me.” Bunny grinned. “Not one cowboy, but two. Cory and Jack make me happier than I thought possible.”
“This is different,” Mona said.
“How?”
“I was in love with Grant.”
“Okay then, let’s talk about that.”
She shook her head. “I don’t want to.”
“Too bad.” Bunny stood and trapped Mona in her chair. “Do you still love Grant?”
Mona glanced away. “I don’t know.”
“You nearly caused a mass-casualty event at the Ugly Stick when
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