Wrangling the Cowboy (Circle B Ranch #3) - Kennedy Fox Page 0,73
this mornin’? I haven’t seen her yet.”
She gives me a suspicious look. “She took a vacation day, so Sandra and I are handling everything today.”
“Oh. Is she sick or somethin’?”
“Not that I know of.” She shrugs.
After she walks away, Grayson points at me with his fork. “Told ya. You got greedy.” He snorts.
I brush a hand through my hair before putting my hat on. Then I set my plate in the dirty dish bin and leave.
If Grayson’s right, I’m gonna kick my own ass. Or better yet, let one of the horses do it.
Chapter Nineteen
MAIZE
I’m standing in Gavin’s cabin wearing red lingerie with black cowboy boots, and though I’m not snooping, I feel like I’m invading his privacy.
But maybe he should’ve thought about that when he started this whole prove I’m ready to be with him crap. For the past four days, I’ve gone out of my way to create some memorable moments.
Has he put me out of my damn misery and taken me to his bed? No.
Gavin kisses me like his life depends on it, then leaves me hot and bothered.
That ends tonight.
He’ll give me a damn answer about us being together or I’m walking out of here.
I have candles lit, his favorite music playing softly, and my outfit doesn’t leave anything to the imagination. Either I’ll successfully seduce Gavin or he’ll turn me down for good.
If the latter happens, I’m never going to be able to face him again.
When I hear the front door open, I lick my lips and wait for him to find me.
“Uhh, hello?” His voice echoes.
“In the kitchen,” I respond sweetly as our dinner warms in the oven.
I even made dessert, assuming we’ll have the energy for it later. I lean against the counter and hear his footsteps down the hallway.
“Holy fuck.”
I blink at him with a small smile.
“Uh…” Gavin brushes his hand over his scruffy jaw, and I blush as his eyes study me. “H-how did you get inside?”
“My uncles have a master key for all the housing.” I shrug. “I decided to borrow it.”
He swallows hard and looks around. “You wanna explain what’s goin’ on here because I’m…”
I boldly step toward him. “I’ll tell you exactly what’s happening. I’ve been doing my best to show you just how ready I am to be with you and how I’m not gonna run, yet each night, I wait for your call and nothing. So I decided to try one more time—a less subtle approach,” I say, placing a hand on my hip. “But it comes with an ultimatum.”
Gavin crosses his arms, wearing an amused grin. “An ultimatum?”
I tilt my head. “You decide right now if you’re giving me a second chance or I leave for good this time. I don’t know how else to convince you. Hell, I’ve literally waxed my entire body and found a vinyl of Diamond Rio to play in your ancient record player—which was not easy to figure out, mind you.”
“Of course you knew I was a fan.”
“I overheard you talkin’ about how you saw them in concert when you were a teen. Then something about how they were your grandpa’s favorite and that was when you started listening to their music.”
“Eavesdroppin’?”
“Please.” I roll my eyes. “You and the guys are loud as hell. Everyone hears your conversations at the B&B. Including the ones about me.”
The corner of his mouth twists up. “So tell me, Maize…” He sets his hat on the counter before threading his fingers through his messy hair. “You ready to be my girl?”
My heart races, and my breaths turn shallow as his husky voice sends shivers down my spine. He walks toward me, never breaking our eye contact.
“If you haven’t gotten the hint by now…”
“Oh, I have.” Plucking the strap of my dress, he leaves goose bumps as he brushes the pad of his finger down my arm. “I just wanna hear you say it.”
Releasing a groan, I roll my eyes, then smile. “Fine, I’ll stroke your ego this one last time, but then that’s it.”
“Mm-hmm.” He smirks.
Instead of giving in to his cockiness, I inch closer and make demands of my own. “Make me yours, Gavin. I want you.”
He cups the back of my head, pulling me toward him until our mouths collide. I gasp as he holds me into his body and captures my bottom lip between his teeth.
“Mine, Maize,” he growls, sliding his hands down my back until his palms reach my ass. “Fuckin’ mine. Got it?”