He hooked her legs over the tops of his thighs, then moved her body forward so her ass hung off the bed. Jessie gasped when Brandt brought them down on the edge of the mattress. “You know, on second thought, I do believe I will stick around and lend a hand.” Which is why he’ll skip out, even if he wants to stay.”Īnd with that smartass comment…Jessie had pushed him too far. “He’s the guy who always does the right thing. Especially not tonight when he was skating so close to the edge of disproving that gentleman cowboy remark to her in explicit detail.īut she wasn’t done taunting him. They’d known each other for four years and that’s how Jessie saw him? A damn do-gooder? While some guys might like those comparisons, he didn’t.

The ultimate gentleman cowboy, always willing to lend a hand.” He looked at Jessie-just as she started to slide off the bed.īrandt dove for her, snaking his arm around her waist, bringing her naked back against his chest as he anchored himself. It made him sound like a loser who couldn’t score his own woman. “I thought you were gonna watch us f*ck? You know. The instant Mike swayed into the doorway, Jessie scooted to the end of the bed, cooing, “What took you so long?”Įnough.

The emphasis on McKay, as if it were some sort of disease, had Brandt seeing red. “Maybe you don’t know me as well as you think you do, McKay.” I know you and that’s not you talkin’.” Brandt pointed to the bottle of Southern Comfort. “Why in the hell would you do that?” he demanded. She frowned, almost as if she’d heard his internal thoughts. “I’m not Luke.” Like he needed to remind her of that fact, after she’d already done such a bang up job of reminding him. “But you didn’t because you were worried about me.” She held his gaze. Why was he such a stammering freakin’ idiot around her? His thoughts skipped back to Jessie’s bored appraisal of him and her insulting parting shot. “Why did you stick around? I wasn’t very nice to you.” There was that kicked-in-the-heart sensation again. “I wasn’t tryin’ to pretend to be him,” Brandt said softly. “I forgot how much you and Luke sound alike.” Hell, she didn’t even shriek with surprise. Jessie had that glassy-eyed look from too much alcohol, and her reaction time was slower, but she didn’t react like he’d expected. Miracle of miracles, she rolled over, angrily pushed her tangled hair from her face and squinted at him.īrandt didn’t let his gaze fall below her chin.

Cowgirls Don't Cry by Lorelei James