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WILLOW
Cocky cowboy asshole.
Rob Wolf was hot as hell, admittedly, but a total d**k. How dare he barge into my house… into my room? I set my gun back on the nightstand. Humiliation made my anger burn as I dropped the towel and pulled on my panties.
Dammit. I came to Cooper Valley, to the Shefield property, to entice the neighbor, but not that one.
The other asshole. Jett Markle.
I stood at my window and watched the two cowboys mount their horses—a delicious sight, not only for the sheer grace of their movements but also for the way their asses filled out their jeans. Well, Rob’s ass. I wasn’t even watching the other guy.
I wasn’t surprised when Rob looked back. I’d just given him an eyeful of my t**t stuffed with a vibrator. God, I could just die. I should have shot him. That woul
