Taming a Texas Rascal (Bad Boy Ranch #6) - Katie Lane Page 0,18

peppers, and fried potatoes with onions. Once everyone’s plate was filled to overflowing, Chester bowed his head and said grace.

“Thank you, Lord, for this bounty we are about to receive. And thank you for bringing all our boys back to us.”

“And a new cowgirl to boot,” Lucas chimed in.

Sawyer started to tell them that he wasn’t back for good. But when he glanced up and saw them both looking at him with love in their eyes, he just mumbled an amen and picked up his fork.

The food was delicious and he ate more than his fair share. Although he couldn’t keep up with Maisy. She ate like she hadn’t eaten in a week. She didn’t just shovel the food in. She enjoyed every bite as if it were her last. As she tried each dish, she closed her eyes and made little moans of delight. Sawyer couldn’t seem to look away. It was like watching a woman orgasm. And damned if he couldn’t help wondering if she had made those sounds when they’d had sex.

Unless she hadn’t reached orgasm.

That would explain why she thought their night together hadn’t been all that great. The thought of failing to give a woman an orgasm had him choking on his bacon.

Chester reached out and slapped him on the back. “You okay, boy?”

He cleared his throat. “I’m good.” At least, he’d always prided himself on being good. But now he had to accept the fact that he’d been bad. Sawyer Dawson bad in bed. His ego had never taken such a hit. If she were any other woman, he would’ve corrected the situation by seducing her back into his bed and giving her so many orgasms she saw heaven. But he couldn’t do that with Maisy. He couldn’t prove his sexual prowess. He would forever be the guy who couldn’t make her moan as much as a stack of flapjacks did.

It was damned depressing.

“Well, look what the cat dragged in,” Lucas said.

Sawyer turned to see Lincoln standing in the doorway of the kitchen. He’d taken off his hat and boots, but his head still almost touched the top of the doorway and his broad shoulders almost touched the sides.

“Linc!” Maisy said.

Lincoln had never been much of a smiler until he married Dixie. Now he smiled a lot. He grinned widely when he saw Maisy. “Hey, Brat! What are you doing—” He cut off and his smile faded. “What happened to you?”

Maisy glanced down at her sling. “I fractured my clavicle, but it’s not a big deal.” She got up and went to give him a hug, but he held her back.

“It is too a big deal. Why didn’t you call me?”

“Because I didn’t want you to get all grumpy like you’re getting now. When I said I wanted a brother, I didn’t mean an overprotective one who keeps trying to talk me out of bronc riding.”

“And this is proof you should’ve listened.”

Sawyer had no business butting in, but he couldn’t help himself. He knew what it was like to have to defend your occupation. “It’s just a collarbone, Linc. I’ve broken mine numerous times.”

Lincoln finally noticed him. “Sawyer? What are doing here?”

“They drove in together last night,” Lucas said. Sawyer cringed at the darkening look on Lincoln’s face.

“You drove in together?” Lincoln’s gaze shifted between him and Maisy.

“Yep,” Chester said. “They got busted up at the same rodeo. Sawyer with a concussion and Maisy with a broke collarbone. Which is quite a bad coincidence if you ask me.”

Lincoln glared at Sawyer. “That is a coincidence. Especially when you told me you hadn’t talked to Maisy since the wedding.”

Before he could answer, Lucas jumped in. “I’m sure Sawyer will be happy to tell you the whole story. Come on and sit down. The food’s gettin’ cold.”

The entire time Lincoln filled his plate with flapjacks and eggs, he continued to mad dog Sawyer. It was disconcerting as hell and he could only hope Maisy wouldn’t crack under the pressure and spill the beans about their night together.

“So how did you and Maisy end up at the same rodeo?” Lincoln asked.

Sawyer started to explain when Maisy jumped in. “Would you quit acting like there’s a mystery to solve. Sawyer and I are both bronc riders. We’ve been at the same rodeos before.”

“And I hadn’t seen her when you called me yesterday morning,” Sawyer said. At least, he hadn’t known he’d seen her. All he could still remember from that night were her lips pressed against a shot