Wrangling the Cowboy (Circle B Ranch #3) - Kennedy Fox Page 0,70
the coffee station, fill a mug, and add a little sugar. When I walk toward Grayson, I finally see her.
“Good mornin’,” I drawl when she approaches. My eyes widen as I get a glimpse of her hair. It’s pulled back as usual, but I notice blond strands. “You changed your hair.”
“Morning. I did. I made you a special breakfast.” She clamps her hands together.
I eye her suspiciously, pulling out a chair and sitting. “Is that code for poison or something?”
“Of course not.” She flashes a wink, then leans down until her mouth brushes against the shell of my ear. “I promised to win you back, and since I know how much you love my food, I figured I’d better start there.”
Shit, I’m impressed. There’s no denying I’d eat anything she cooks. They say the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, so I guess she’s testing that theory.
“What kind of favoritism shit is this?” Grayson complains the moment Maize returns carrying two plates.
“There might be enough for you too if you don’t piss me off,” she retorts, setting them in front of me.
My eyes widen in shock when I study the spread. I can hardly contain my excitement to try it all.
“Strawberry-stuffed French toast with maple syrup…” She points at the second plate. “Cheesy grits ’n sausage and blueberry streusel coffee cake.”
“Maize, wow…” I look at the breakfast my grandmother used to make. Every Saturday morning, I’d go for a visit, and without fail, she’d cook this feast. Unfortunately, she passed away five years ago. I wished Mimi would’ve been able to meet Maize. She would’ve loved her.
Maize takes a step back, but I grab her hand and pull her close. “How? How’d you know?”
“I did my research.” She smiles proudly. “Told you I was serious.”
“Serious about what?” Grayson blurts out, trying to tear off a piece of my streusel.
I smack his hand away. “None of your damn business.”
“Oh like I can’t put two and two together.” He scoffs.
Looking up at Maize, I smile wide. “Thank you. It smells amazing and really means a lot to me.”
“You’re welcome. I hope I did it justice.”
Standing, I cup her face and press my lips to her. She melts into me, but I pull away all too quickly. Normally, she would’ve freaked out because she’s at work, but she didn’t this time. Though I’m sure her dad wouldn’t appreciate the PDA.
“I’m sure you did. Thank you.”
With flushed cheeks, Maize goes to the kitchen, and I sit.
“What the…?” Grayson’s jaw hits the floor. “You wanna explain what is goin’ on?”
“She’s tryin’ to win me back,” I reply with a shrug. “I need to know she’s not gonna run away from me again.”
“You got a Bishop to admit she wants you, and you’re not jumping at the opportunity to have her right now? You have some strong willpower.” He chuckles.
“I’ve been chasing her for a year, and after being told it was a mistake, I’m a little hesitant.”
“So you’re playing hard to get?” He chuckles.
I nod. “Something like that.”
The next day, she’s bubbly and full of smiles, which makes me think she has something up her sleeve.
“Mornin’, beautiful,” I greet and quickly plant a kiss on her lips when no one’s looking.
“Morning. You have plans after work?” she asks softly.
“Hmm…” I brush my fingers over the stubble on my jawline. “Stripper joint, beers, and hookers.”
Maize groans, crossing her arms with an unamused expression. “That sounds like a productive Tuesday night.”
“I mean, unless you have something else in mind? I’d cancel for you.” I flash her a wink, and her cheeks tint red.
“Well, since you didn’t call me last night to say you were taking me back, I do. Way better than a guys’ night out. And if you wanna join me, be ready by eight.”
I chuckle at her annoyance. “Alright. Where should I meet you?”
She licks her lips, then smirks. “I’ll pick you up.”
By the time the workday is over, I’m a giddy, anxious fool. I have no idea what Maize has planned, but I can’t wait to find out.
I drive home and shower. Without knowing how I should dress, I play it safe by wearing jeans, boots, and a dress shirt. At eight, a knock sounds on the door, and when I open it, Maize nearly takes my breath away. Her hair is in two braids with loose strands around her face, showing off her new blond highlights. She’s wearing cutoffs with a Texas tank top that leaves nothing to my imagination.