Chapter Ten
She’d knocked his socks off, showing up dressed to the nines, half uptown girl, half urban cowgirl. The effect was intoxicating, and he was a dirty dog bastard for wanting to get her out of that fringed skirt and discover if the sheer thing she wore was a shirt or a bodysuit. Heaven help him if it was a sheer bodysuit.
For half a minute, he’d been embarrassed she’d caught him with his friend Trevor’s party girls. But he had nothing to be ashamed of. They’d just been hanging out, relaxing in the hot tub when she’d knocked. Although it pained him to admit it, his promiscuous days had ended months before he’d come home to Prairie. He might have rightly come by his bad boy reputation, but truth be told, he’d grown tired of it. Somewhere deep inside him, by little increments over
