Good Enough (Meet Me in Montana #3) - Kelly Elliott Page 0,29

biased.”

“Hell yes, I am. I’m also not blind. Have you been to Utah?”

She folded her arms across her chest and gave me a hard stare. “Yes, I have. When I was in college, a few friends and I went to Park City. I fell in love with it up there.”

I couldn’t argue with her on that one.

“Fine, Park City is nice, but Montana is beautiful. There are so many gorgeous things to see here.”

Her eyes turned dark for the briefest of moments as she let her gaze quickly roam over my entire body before she looked back to the horse and said, “Yes. I’ve discovered that.”

I couldn’t help the smirk that I knew was on my face. So, she was attracted to me as well. I could most definitely work with that.

When she finally finished giving Rosie a once-over, I untied Pogo and motioned for her to lead Rosie away from the paddock. “Shall we see the ranch?”

“I’m ready.”

As we walked toward the path that would lead us west, I saw Ty and Brock heading our way. I groaned, especially when I saw the shit-eating grins on both their faces.

“Where are you two off to this morning?” Brock asked, his eyes bouncing between Timberlynn and myself.

“Tanner invited me on a ride.”

“Did he?” Brock asked as he looked directly at me and smirked.

“I did,” I said, keeping my voice neutral. “It seems your son was attempting to put the moves on Timberlynn last night, so I came to her rescue.”

That caused Brock to look slightly surprised. “Define ‘put the moves on her.’”

Timberlynn chuckled. “He said he was tossing his hat into the ring along with Dirk and Tanner. Calling dibs on me.”

“What?” Ty and Brock said at the same time.

This time it was my turn to laugh. “I guess he overheard me and Dirk discussing Timberlynn at the wedding.”

Timberlynn turned and faced me. “You called dibs on me, Tanner. How is that…discussing me?”

I simply shrugged and gave her a wink. Some expression moved over her face, but it was gone before I could read it.

Ty and Brock looked speechless as they stood there and stared at us.

Finally, Brock cleared his throat. “I see. My son thought he would jump in on this.”

“Stella and I both explained to him how…wrong…that was.” She tossed a look of displeasure my way as she stressed the word wrong.

Brock seemed relieved. “That boy is going to give me ulcers.”

“If he hasn’t already,” Ty said with a slap against Brock’s back. “This should make for an interesting Christmas, though.”

“Why’s that?” Timberlynn asked as she slipped her foot into the stirrup and lifted herself easily over Rosie.

If I had any doubts about her riding skills, she had long since put them to rest. I walked over to adjust the stirrups for her. The smell of her soap or perfume, whatever the neck it was on her, floated in the air, and I had to fight the urge to take in a deep breath. It was subtle, but damn did it make my insides warm. I’d never be able to smell coconut again without thinking of this woman.

“Dirk informed me last night that his folks are out of town for the holidays. It appears he’ll be spending Christmas with us,” Brock said. I could hear the humor in his voice and didn’t dare look at him. Dirk was not only Brock’s best friend, but a bull rider and current PBR World Champion.

I groaned internally so Timberlynn couldn’t hear my displeasure with that bit of news. Dirk had stepped aside at the wedding, saying Timberlynn was too young for him, but a part of me knew the moment he got to know her, the more he’d try to get into her pants. It was Dirk, after all. If you looked up manwhore in the dictionary, Dirk Littlewood’s picture would be there.

“And this will make for an interesting Christmas because?” Timberlynn asked as both of my brothers turned their attention on me. I adjusted the second stirrup and shot them the finger from down below so Timberlynn couldn’t see it.

“Three guys, all working for your attention,” Brock stated, his gaze focused on me as I walked around to my horse. “This is going to be like one of those bachelorette reality shows or something.”

Timberlynn watched me as I pulled myself up on Pogo. “Is that what this is, Tanner?” she asked, with a playful tone to her voice.

My God, she was certainly direct. Instead of answering her, I looked at Ty