Champagne & Chaps(7)

By: Cheyenne McCray

“Harper.” Wyatt scowled. “I’d bet it has to do with him and a little drug running.”

“That’s what I was wondering.” Jason nodded. “We’ll keep an eye out.”

“You do that.” Wyatt’s horse shifted beneath him. The mare was asking for a full-out run. “I’m going to head to town. Need anything?”

“We’re running low on grain and sweet oats,” Jason said. “I was planning on a trip to Sharpe’s to pick some up.”

“I’ll take care of it.” Wyatt pulled his hat brim back down. “Let me know if you come across anything strange that might have to do with Harper hanging around.”

“Will do, boss.” Jason turned his horse around and they trotted off toward the corrals.

Wyatt clicked his tongue and tugged the reins in the direction of the barn. Senorita started heading in that direction and he could almost feel her disappointment in not getting a chance to really stretch her legs.

“Not this time, girl.” He patted her neck again. “We’ll make a date of it tomorrow morning.”

Senorita whickered and bobbed her head and seemed a little happier as she headed toward the barn.

* * * * *

Sabrina roused herself as the rumbling sound of a truck engine woke her from her nap. She’d fallen asleep on the futon on Carly’s front porch. When the sun had hit its zenith, she’d gotten drowsy and drifted off in mid-paragraph.

It was later in the afternoon—she’d slept way too long. She moved her e-reader to the small table beside the futon and scooted up so that she could see the big red truck that had just pulled up in front of the house, next to her silver SUV. Her heart started thumping when she saw Wyatt Cameron climb out of the driver’s side.

He settled his straw cowboy hat on his head and headed to the porch. The bowl-shaped futon had slipped back so her feet were dangling in the air. She shifted in the seat and eased out of it. She walked to the top of the stairs and waited for him.

“Hey, Sabrina,” he said as he walked to the bottom step, and she felt a weird little twist in her belly.

“Hi,” she said, her voice almost too quiet to hear.

He looked so good in his jeans and gray work shirt that was open at the collar, showing a glimpse of his T-shirt. His sleeves were rolled up, his tanned forearms brushed with dark hair. She loved looking at his hands and arms, remembering the strength in them as he lifted her onto and off of the tailgate last night. Dust coated his boots and jeans and she could tell he’d been out working.

Her heart leaped. She wanted to say something else but words were lost.

“Mind if I come on up, Sabrina?” he asked, a sexy smile on his handsome face.

“Sure.” She stepped aside. “Come on up.”

He started up the steps and reached her in a few strides. His eyes were such a gorgeous blue as he met her gaze. “You look even more beautiful in the sunshine than you did in the dark.” He stood in front of her looking confident and at ease with himself, not at all the way she was feeling.

“What are you doing here?” She felt a nervous twinge and the question came out not at all like she’d wanted it to. She sounded direct and a little rude.

“I wanted to see you.” His answer was simple and the smile in his eyes didn’t waver.

“How do you know where Carly lives?” Sabrina asked.

“I was at Sharpe’s Feed and Tack and asked.” Wyatt shrugged. “It’s not hard to find someone around here. In a small town like this, everyone knows everyone.”

A nervous excitement skittered through her belly. She knew she shouldn’t be excited to see him, but she was.

“I’m not used to that.” She took a deep breath and pushed ahead before she could change her mind. “I think Carly has some lemonade in the fridge. Do you want a glass?”

“I’d love some.” He gave a nod then took his hat off as they entered the house.

Carly’s home felt cool after being out in the heat and Sabrina realized there was a film of perspiration on her skin. She was acutely aware of how much shorter she was than him, especially in her bare feet.

She felt almost jittery as she retrieved the lemonade from the fridge. She poured them each a glass then handed one to him. “Do you want to sit on the porch?”