Wrangling the Cowboy (Circle B Ranch #3) - Kennedy Fox Page 0,29
wave my fingers toward the door. I can’t be trusted alone with him.
“Who said I expected you to? You’re quite presumptuous.” He turns his body toward mine so our knees touch.
“I’m presumptuous?” I balk. “I beg to differ considering I keep telling you to go away and you never do.”
“I’m just sittin’ here,” he says calmly, motioning for Kenzie with his empty beer bottle. “You’re the one who keeps lookin’ at me like I’m your next meal.”
I shake my head. “You’ve lost your mind.”
“That’s not what you said the first night we met.”
“Okay, now I know you’ve lost your damn mind.”
“What can I get you lovebirds?” Kenzie asks casually, and if looks could kill, she’d be dead.
“Maize and I are gonna shoot some Fireball.”
“No, we are not,” I interject.
“It’s no fun playing drinking games by myself,” Gavin says, giving me a sly grin. I want to slap it off his sexy face. “You only have to drink if you lose anyway, so what do ya say?”
Kenzie waggles her brows when I glance at her. I sigh with a shrug, giving in. “Fine.”
She lines up four glasses, then fills them full. “Have fun, you two.” Flashing a wink, she moves to the other side to help more customers.
“Alright, Cowboy. What’s this game?”
“Ever heard of two truths and a lie?” he asks.
“Unfortunately, yes. You really wanna play this game with me, though? I’m pretty good at reading people,” I say matter-of-factly, but it’s the booze talking.
“So you keep sayin’. And now I’m even more certain I do.” He chuckles, scooting my shot closer. “If you don’t guess the lie, you drink.”
“And if I do, you drink.”
“Let’s play. Ladies first.” He gestures toward me, and it takes me a minute to think.
“Okay. When I was six years old, I fell off a four-wheeler and sprained my ankle. I’m left-handed. And…” I tap my lips, thinking of the final one. “I’ve never had a one-night stand.”
The corner of his lips tilts up, and I wonder if he’s going to guess right or not.
“Jesus, you’re playin’ dirty. Alright, well, then I’d have to say your lie is the last one.” The corner of his lip tilts up.
“Wrong. I was eight, and it was a horse.” I glance down at his shot then back at him.
Gavin shakes his head “Oh, I see you’re really doin’ me dirty. Two can play that game, darlin’.” Without arguing, he downs the shot.
The alcohol is definitely buzzing through my body because I can’t take my eyes off him. His buff biceps, the way his veins pop in his arms, and how his eyes focus on me as if I’m the only one in the bar are hypnotizing.
“Your turn.”
“Okay, get ready to lose.” He flashes an arrogant smirk. “I rode my first bull when I was nine. I won my first championship when I was nineteen. I’ve never had a one-night stand, then left the morning after without as much as a goodbye.”
I glare at him, knowing he purposely said that last one to see how I’d react. Well, too bad for him it won’t work.
“Nine years old? Bullshit. More Fireball for you,” I tell him confidently.
Gavin grins, placing it to his lips, but then sets it down in front of me. “Wrong, sweetheart.”
“No way! Nine years old?”
“Yep. Believe it.”
Groaning, I swallow down the shot. If I’m not careful, I’ll drink too much and let my guard down, which cannot happen.
“Well, we’re one and one. What’s the tiebreaker?” I ask, noticing two shots left.
“How about I ask you a question, and if you tell me the truth, I take both of these.”
“And if I lie?”
“You kiss me at midnight.”
I sit up straighter, keeping my eyes focused on his. Is he for real?
“How will you know if I’m telling the truth?” I ask.
“Because I already know the answer.”
“I might be drunk, but I’m not stupid,” I tell him.
“Never said you were, but you wanted a tiebreaker, and I gave you one.”
“How about we each take one and call it even?” I grab one of the glasses and hold it up.
“Why? Afraid you’ll actually have to be honest for once?” he challenges, and I can hear the hurt in his tone.
Instead of answering, I down the whiskey, then slam the empty glass on the bar. “You don’t know me, Gavin.”
He leans in close, causing heat to ripple through me. Then his mouth lowers to my ear. “I know enough to know you like your ass slapped.” Gavin licks his lips, then continues, “Hard.”