Champagne & Chaps(3)

By: Cheyenne McCray

“I’ll think about it,” she said with an answering smile.

By the time three songs had passed, Sabrina was laughing and enjoying herself more than she’d expected. Her skin was covered in a light film of perspiration and her heart was beating a little faster from the fast-paced tunes that they’d danced to.

She’d been having so much fun that she forgotten all about Carly. When she glanced back at the table, her friend was gone. She searched the dance floor with her gaze and smiled when she saw her friend talking with Mike to one side of the room.

Carly looked like she was having fun flirting with the cowboy, which was no surprise. If Carly was anything when it came to men, she was a flirt and a heartbreaker. Poor Mike, Sabrina thought and mentally shook her head. You’re in for some heartache if you’re not careful. Unless Carly actually considered settling for one man.

Ha. That’ll be the day. Not after Carly’s breakup. Ever since then she’d decided to flirt and play and that was good enough for her.

Sabrina caught her breath as Wyatt brought her into his embrace, catching her off guard. For a moment she wondered what he was doing and then realized the band had struck up a slow tune.

He drew her close and she felt his belt buckle dig into her belly and smelled the clean scent of his aftershave. Her stomach flip-flopped again as she felt a moment of panic. This was close, far too close to be allowing herself to get to a man.

But it felt so good being in his arms. She rested her palms on his shoulders and could feel the power in his body as they slowly moved on the dance floor. About six-three, he was almost a foot taller than she was and she felt more than petite in his arms. She breathed in his warm, masculine scent as they danced and found herself sighing. She loved the scent of a man.

“You’re staying the entire summer with your friend?” he asked.

She nodded against his chest. “I have the summer off.”

He spoke close to her ear so that she could hear him over the music. “That must mean you’re either a student or a teacher.”

She shivered from the feel of his breath brushing her ear. “Good guess. I teach.”

“What subject and grade?” he asked.

“English as a second language for adults at Mesa Community College,” she said.

“I take it you’re fluent in Spanish?”

“Both Spanish and Italian.” She looked up and met his gaze. “The Spanish comes in very handy, living in the southwest. The Italian has been great when I’ve traveled to Italy.”

“I know enough Spanish to get by,” he said. “I’m not fluent by any means.” He rubbed his fingers in small circles over her back and she shivered at the erotic feel of it. “What do you do for fun?”

She shrugged. “I like to backpack around the state in the spring, summer, and fall when I’m able to. Mount Lemon is almost in my backyard, so I pick one of the hiking trails when I need to get away.”

He brushed strands of hair from her cheek with his thumb. “What about during the winter?”

His touch sent shivers through her, as if she felt the chill of winter now. She cleared her throat. “I don’t like cold so I tend to avoid those activities in the winter.”

“Do you ever ride horseback?” he asked.

“I’ve never been around horses so that’s something I haven’t done.” She smiled. “But one day I’d like to give it a try.”

“That can be arranged.” He guided them toward the edge of the dance floor. “I have a couple of horses that are good for beginners.”

Going horseback riding with Wyatt Cameron was something she wasn’t going to commit to. “What kinds of things do you like to do?” she asked.

“Hunting and fishing,” he said. “I like getting together with family and friends and playing cards, barbequing, and whatever else we might be in the mood for.”

“Like a little drinking?” she asked.

“Depends on if my brother, Wayne, is there,” Wyatt said. “He doesn’t drink and my family doesn’t drink around him.”

Likely Wayne was a recovering alcoholic. She liked that his family supported him by not drinking when he was with them.