world, however, didn’t negate the fact that last night she had been sorely tempted to join him. If he hadn’t been dealing with some pretty big injuries, her mom might have found the two of them under the covers this morning.
God, she’d wanted him in her bed back when she was a teenager, barely aware of the ramifications of that desire. Now, with nothing more than a little lip action, she had gotten a glimpse of what going to bed with Cody would be like.
Her body tightened at just the thought, a heavy pulse beating deep inside. Damn, but the man could kiss. And his body!
Gritting her teeth, she forced her mind to other topics. Antarctica. Automatic ice machines. The annual Polar Bear swim on New Year’s.
Her mother’s ability to read her like a big, neon sign.
Anything to get her mind out of Cody’s bed, and back on the conversation she was currently having with her mother.
Not that her mother would notice she wasn’t a hundred-percent focused. She was too busy gearing up for her favorite topic.
“I have to tell you, when I heard Cody Shaw was staying here I was more than a little concerned.” Her mother patted her hand. “But you know better than to get involved with one of those types of men.”
“Those types, Mom?” Sam was baiting her, she knew. Leanne Quincannon Alderson was notorious for her dislike of the rodeo and all things connected to it.
Come to think of it, so was Sam.
Oh, God. Somewhere along the line she had turned into her mother.
“You know.” Her mom waved a hand in the air. “Daredevil types. One of these days, Sam, I just know you’re going to settle down with some nice, responsible young man. Someone like my Fred.”
Fred was definitely a nice, responsible man. A perfect match for her risk-averse mother.
The thought of settling down with a younger version of the retired accountant—well, it made Sam want to poke her eyes out with a spork.
Which made her wonder just how immune she really was to the rodeo type.
God knew she wasn’t immune to Cody, no matter how much she tried to convince herself otherwise.
“Sam?” The voice was barely audible, carrying from the far side of the apartment.
She stood, placing her coffee cup on the table. “I’d better go see how he’s doing. I’ll let him know you’re filling in for an hour or two while I go run some errands.”
“I suppose I should go say hello.” Her mother stood as well.
“No, really, Mom, that’s not necessary. He might not be up to visitors.”
A look of relief flashed across her mother’s face. What the hell was that about? Shaking her head, Sam headed down the hall toward the bedroom, glad her mother wasn’t following.
She was, however, watching. As Sam stopped in front of the door to the master bedroom, her mother gasped. Sam sighed as her mother stomped down the hall to join her.
“He’s in your bedroom?” Her mother’s lips were pursed in disapproval. “Really, Sam.”
“He’s in here, I’m in the guest room.” She crossed her arms and stared her mother down. “And don’t you dare breathe a word of it to Cody.”
Her mother waited until Sam had pushed open the door to the bedroom before saying, “He doesn’t know this is your room?”
Sam closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Hey, Cody. What did you need?” She pasted a smile on her face, though she was pretty sure it wasn’t fooling either of them.
“Nothing.” He flashed a weak smile. “It’ll wait.”
“Good morning, Cody.”
“Nice to see you, Mrs. Quincannon.” Cody leaned around Sam to look at her mom, who was still standing in the doorway. “Did I just hear you say this is Sam’s room?”
So much for hoping he’d miss that little bomb.
“Oops.” Her mother looked anything but contrite. “Didn’t mean to let that slip.”
Yeah, right, Mom. “Don’t worry about it, Cody. This made the most sense.”
“In what alternate universe is kicking you out of your own bedroom something that makes
God, she’d wanted him in her bed back when she was a teenager, barely aware of the ramifications of that desire. Now, with nothing more than a little lip action, she had gotten a glimpse of what going to bed with Cody would be like.
Her body tightened at just the thought, a heavy pulse beating deep inside. Damn, but the man could kiss. And his body!
Gritting her teeth, she forced her mind to other topics. Antarctica. Automatic ice machines. The annual Polar Bear swim on New Year’s.
Her mother’s ability to read her like a big, neon sign.
Anything to get her mind out of Cody’s bed, and back on the conversation she was currently having with her mother.
Not that her mother would notice she wasn’t a hundred-percent focused. She was too busy gearing up for her favorite topic.
“I have to tell you, when I heard Cody Shaw was staying here I was more than a little concerned.” Her mother patted her hand. “But you know better than to get involved with one of those types of men.”
“Those types, Mom?” Sam was baiting her, she knew. Leanne Quincannon Alderson was notorious for her dislike of the rodeo and all things connected to it.
Come to think of it, so was Sam.
Oh, God. Somewhere along the line she had turned into her mother.
“You know.” Her mom waved a hand in the air. “Daredevil types. One of these days, Sam, I just know you’re going to settle down with some nice, responsible young man. Someone like my Fred.”
Fred was definitely a nice, responsible man. A perfect match for her risk-averse mother.
The thought of settling down with a younger version of the retired accountant—well, it made Sam want to poke her eyes out with a spork.
Which made her wonder just how immune she really was to the rodeo type.
God knew she wasn’t immune to Cody, no matter how much she tried to convince herself otherwise.
“Sam?” The voice was barely audible, carrying from the far side of the apartment.
She stood, placing her coffee cup on the table. “I’d better go see how he’s doing. I’ll let him know you’re filling in for an hour or two while I go run some errands.”
“I suppose I should go say hello.” Her mother stood as well.
“No, really, Mom, that’s not necessary. He might not be up to visitors.”
A look of relief flashed across her mother’s face. What the hell was that about? Shaking her head, Sam headed down the hall toward the bedroom, glad her mother wasn’t following.
She was, however, watching. As Sam stopped in front of the door to the master bedroom, her mother gasped. Sam sighed as her mother stomped down the hall to join her.
“He’s in your bedroom?” Her mother’s lips were pursed in disapproval. “Really, Sam.”
“He’s in here, I’m in the guest room.” She crossed her arms and stared her mother down. “And don’t you dare breathe a word of it to Cody.”
Her mother waited until Sam had pushed open the door to the bedroom before saying, “He doesn’t know this is your room?”
Sam closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Hey, Cody. What did you need?” She pasted a smile on her face, though she was pretty sure it wasn’t fooling either of them.
“Nothing.” He flashed a weak smile. “It’ll wait.”
“Good morning, Cody.”
“Nice to see you, Mrs. Quincannon.” Cody leaned around Sam to look at her mom, who was still standing in the doorway. “Did I just hear you say this is Sam’s room?”
So much for hoping he’d miss that little bomb.
“Oops.” Her mother looked anything but contrite. “Didn’t mean to let that slip.”
Yeah, right, Mom. “Don’t worry about it, Cody. This made the most sense.”
“In what alternate universe is kicking you out of your own bedroom something that makes
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