How To Rope A Rich Cowboy (Silver Springs Ranch #2) - Anya Summers Page 0,11
and equations, determining where the comet is headed. And now I’m tracking it from difference vantage points around the globe.”
She was also cataloging points in the sky where unidentified flying objects had been spotted. Colorado was a hotspot for UFO activity. And she wanted to know why. Her curiosity in the subject matter knew no bounds.
“Were you in Hawaii all this time before you traveled to Colorado?”
“No, I left Hawaii two months ago and headed to New Zealand. I wanted to get a southern hemisphere perspective. They have a ton of open spaces away from city lights that are perfect for star gazing. I camped there for a few weeks, gathering data and images.” Along with more evidence that what the Pentagon had released about the existence of UFOs was just the tip of the iceberg. She planned to delve deep like she did with any topic that interested her, and discover every facet beneath the surface.
“New Zealand, huh? Sounds like you travel quite a lot.” Colt pushed his empty plate back on the table.
“Yep, I love traveling, getting the chance to visit places most people never see other than in pictures. Have you ever been to New Zealand? Or anywhere in particular that you enjoyed?”
He scratched the scruff on his chin. “I can’t say that I have. I get into Denver every once in a long while, have been to Vegas a few times, but for the most part, work keeps me here, bound to the ranch.” Dark frustration entered his eyes briefly before he covered it up and studied her. “And you’re going to be staying here in this cabin for two weeks?”
“Yeah. I have this banquet thing to attend in Vegas or I would stay longer. It’s gorgeous here. I can’t wait to get out and explore the area more.” She dearly wanted to stay longer. But she did have responsibilities, even when she acted like she didn’t. She just chose not to let them weigh her down.
“Just be careful, this high up, you’ve got mountain lions and bears to contend with, along with rattlers to be on the lookout for.”
She rose with their empty plates and carted them over to the sink. She transferred the pan into the sink, filling it with soapy water to soak. She would wash the dishes in the morning. For tonight, she wanted to take whatever time she had with the sexy cowboy and enjoy it to the fullest. “I’m always careful, but that doesn’t mean things can’t and don’t happen. There was this one time on safari in South Africa, when the camp got surrounded by a pride of lions, with nothing but canvas tents between us and them. There were some intense moments where I figured the members of the camp were about to meet their maker. Not a way I would want to go, either.”
His enticing lips curled at the corners and lines crinkled at the corners of his eyes. She didn’t know why but those lines at his eyes were downright sexy.
He asked her, “What did you do to make them go away? Was anyone injured or killed?”
She sauntered back toward him, adding a sexy swagger to her hips. Avery’s foot caught on her robe. She didn’t know how she did it—these things, tripping over her own damn feet, they just happened. She put her arms out to try and catch her fall or slow her descent. She had visions of herself prostrate on the ground, flooded with embarrassment because she was a total klutz. Avery wanted to impress Colt, but her body seemed bent on doing the exact opposite.
But Colt moved like lightning. He jumped from his seat and caught her before she completed the full nose dive, face first, onto the hardwood floor.
“Whoa there? You all right?” His strong arms surrounded her, drew her up against him, and quieted her normally overactive mind. His seductive aroma, a combination of horse, man, and the outdoors, tripped every sensory button inside her. And those eyes of his, framed by some of the longest lashes she’d ever seen on a man, but didn’t make him look girly at all, captured her gaze so that all she saw was him. If anything, those lashes increased his sexual magnetism a thousand-fold. Avery’s palms lay against the firm planes of his chest. The strength in him, in the breadth of his shoulders, ignited a slow burn.
“I am now,” she murmured, lowering her gaze to his lips shrouded by dirty blond stubble—the