Taming a Texas Rascal (Bad Boy Ranch #6) - Katie Lane Page 0,67
the saddle before Angel had even stopped. He dropped the reins and strode toward Maisy. She tried to think of anything to say to let him know how sorry she was for lying and how much she loved him. But before she could get a word out, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her.
It was a hungry kiss. The kind of kiss that made a woman feel like she’d been badly missed. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him back for all she was worth, trying to communicate with her body what her brain couldn’t. One kiss led to another and another. Maisy figured they probably would’ve gone on kissing forever if Angel hadn’t nosed his way in between them.
She drew back with a laugh. “Hey there, Angel. Were you getting a little jealous?” She patted his neck before she took his reins and tied him to the trailer hitch. When she turned back to Sawyer, he was watching her with a look on his face that made her tummy tingle.
“Hey,” he said.
“Hey,” she answered a little breathlessly.
He smiled.
She grinned.
“Angel’s missed you,” he said. “I’ve missed you too. I thought you left.”
She shook her head. “I like this spot better than I like my spot at the Lucky Lane Trailer Park.”
He glanced around. “It is a nice spot.” He looked back at her and she saw that he was nervous too. It made her smile even more.
“What happened to you leaving?” she asked.
“It turns out that leaving Simple is hard to do.” He paused. “Or maybe what was hard to do is leave the woman I love.”
Talk about being blindsided, Maisy felt like she’d just walked straight into a brick wall. Or not a brick wall as much as a wall of happy bubbles that burst and surrounded her with such joy she couldn’t believe she’d heard right.
“You love me?”
He moved closer and cradled her face in his hands, brushing away the tears on her cheek that she didn’t even know were there with his thumbs. “Yep, I love you, Maisy Sweeney.”
She stared at him. “Why?”
“Because you’re worth loving.” If Maisy had ever needed anything in her life, it was those words. And Sawyer had known them. As more tears fell, he leaned in to kiss them off one by one as he continued to speak in a soft voice that strummed her heartstrings. “You’re strong. You’re kind-hearted. You’re tenacious. You’re funny. You’re loving.” He drew back. “You’re uniquely you, Maze. And I love everything about you.”
She sniffed. “But I lied to you and gave you a concussion that could end your career.””
“You didn’t give me the concussion. Maytag did.”
“But you thinking I was pregnant made you jump into the arena.”
Sawyer shook his head. “Me jumping into the arena had nothing to do with a baby. It had to do with you being my friend. I liked you long before I loved you, Maze. We fit together. I didn’t realize how well we fit together until the last few weeks, but I knew from the first time we met that we were two peas in a pod.”
“I knew we fit too, Sawyer. And I couldn’t understand why you pulled away after the wedding. But I understand now. I know Lincoln warned you away from me and that’s why you were so shocked to see me in your shower.”
“I wasn’t just shocked about you being there. I was shocked by how my body reacted to yours. I thought you were just this cute cowgirl. I didn’t realize you were also a hot woman.”
Maisy felt her cheeks blush. “I’m not hot.”
“Hell yeah, you are. Damn hot.” He leaned in and kissed her. Suddenly, she felt hot. Hot for Sawyer. She could stay kissing him all day, but he drew back suddenly and sniffed the air. “Are you cooking bacon?”
“My bacon!” She pushed out of his arms and hurried over to the grill. But the bacon was already charred black. “Shoot.” She took the pan off the grill and set it on table next to it. “There’s goes my plan to feed you bacon until you forgive me.”
Sawyer wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder. “I don’t mind a little char and I’ve already forgiven you. I realized that what you, Dixie, and the Double Diamond boys did was only because you cared.” He paused. “Tad Miller’s wife laid out a pretty good case for why I shouldn’t return to bronc riding.“