Carson he can be a sweet boy in that rugged manly way, "here's the deal." He crossed his arms over his chest. He hated feeling coerced. "I need an assistant. You need a place to live. We can help each other out. At least until...." He gestured vaguely toward her midsection." Rory is just to damn shy for her own good, unlike her I wouldn't have been embarrassed to see Carson shirtless! "I don't know how you like your coffee," she began as she shouldered through the door. Carson sat at the desk, still shirtless. The large bed beneath the window still bore the imprint of his body on rumpled sheets, and a warm, male scent reached her nostrils. Embarrassment flooded her face." Of course Carson is a typical boy when it comes to the nasty and doesn't like not doing it:
She grinned. "I saw Sabrina today. She gave me a clean bill of health." Her eyes sparkled at the flash of understanding on his face. "You know what that means."
"I do," he said, his smile widening. He reached for her. "I most certainly do."
I do love me some cowboys and Carson is one mega hot cowboy.
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