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His shirt sleeves are rolled up and jeans hug his thighs.
But the real kicker?
The wide cowboy hat resting on his head.
Lord help me, but I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to tell this man no.
Because he looks like a dream come to life as he smiles at me.
“Looking pretty good there, cowboy.”
I pause as my foot hits the top step.
“What do you think? I fit right in, right?” He stands, doing a twirl for good measure.
“They’ll be inducting you as a Dixonite tomorrow.”
“What’s the ceremony involve?” Blake holds out his hand, pulling me up to him.
“You have to lasso a cow.” I keep my face straight.
“Damn. Guess I’m going to need some more practice then.”
“Guess so.”
Blake hauls me in, tipping his hat up. “Nice to see you, little lady.”
I can’t help it. Laughter bursts out of me. “Now I know you bought that hat down at Cowboy Joe’s. He’s the only one who would give you a line as cheesy as that to use.”
Blake plucks the hat off his head and drops it on mine. “Guess I’ll let you be the cowgirl tonight then.”
I don’t miss the heat in his eyes as he stares down at me. I feel it everywhere. Tipping the hat back, I take his lips in a heated kiss. I want Blake to feel everything I’m feeling.
I never knew things could be like this with a man. The few guys I dated in high school and college don’t hold a candle to Blake.
One look. One touch from this man and I’m crazy with need. He’s awakened a desire in me I never knew I could feel.
All too soon, Blake steps back.
“As much as I’d like to keep doing this, whatever you have in that bag smells incredible.”
I take a minute to get my bearings.
“Right. Eat. Dinner.”
“Nice job on using your words, Gemma,” Blake jokes.
I smack him on the chest and head inside his small cabin. All the guest cabins are what I call cowboy chic. Black-and-white portraits from the ranch throughout the years cover the walls. An old saddle hangs above the fireplace. The cozy scents of teakwood and tobacco give it a homey feel.
Setting the bag down on the kitchen counter, I shoo Blake away. “Grab two glasses for the wine while I get this set up.”
I pass the bottle of wine to Blake as I take the containers out of the bag. Plucking each lid off, the heavenly scents of dinner hit me.
Chef Wayne really is a renaissance cook.
I make quick work of plating all the courses that were made and set it out on the table.
“Wow. This looks incredible.” Blake comes back into the kitchen with two full glasses of red wine.
