CHAPTER TEN
GRAYSON
It’s been four days since the bachelor auction, and Kenzie’s been mostly keeping her word. I’m convinced she enjoys getting a rise out of me, which is why she’s constantly forcing herself under my skin. Though I usually don’t mind since it gives me leverage to return the favor.
“Good mornin’, darling.” I let out a whistle as she climbs out of her SUV. “Lookin’ sexy as hell.”
She gives me a side-eye as she walks toward the B&B. “Keep your d**k in your pants, Cowboy. Just because I’m tolerating you doesn’t mean I want you near me.”
“Ya know, for someone who claims to hate me so much, you sure talk a lot about my c**k,” I say.
“Only in the ways I plan to castrate you if you don’t stay away from me,” she retorts over her shoulder. It’s not even eight in the morning, a
