Wild For You

“I thought so, too, but I guess he just couldn’t resist Ms. Lane’s many charms. That woman is so impressed with herself it makes me gag.”

“I hope you’re not worried about your role in the sequel.”

Lila hesitated. “A little bit,” she admitted. “Penelope doesn’t like me.”

“Well, that’s because you’re so much prettier than she is.” Erin ignored her friend’s familiar sigh. Bias aside, it was the absolute truth. She also knew for a fact that Jason had been hot for Lila since college. “And even if they are screwing, it won’t last,” Erin said and then lowered her voice when a woman emerging from Abe’s Variety store frowned at her. “They’ll have moved on by the end of shooting. Anyway, Penelope is just a hired hand. We have equity in this project.”

“Not much.”

True. But Erin wasn’t worried. “By the way, your list and accompanying tools of the trade sucked.”

“My instructions were very detailed. What happened?”

“I hope I can get the mud out of your heels and denim skirt.”

“Mud? Ah, jeez, Erin. What did you do?”

“I fell on my ass, that’s what. And that wasn’t even the worst part. He found the list you gave me.”

After a startled squeak, Lila asked, “Why on earth did you have it with you?”

“Why do you think? To remind myself to smile and be charming.”

Lila burst out laughing. “You’re lying.”

“Like hell. He asked if I’d be willing to sleep with him to get the contract signed.”

“Well, you did say he was pretty hot.”

Erin stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. “I can’t believe you just said that.”

“Because I know he didn’t come out and ask any such thing. You wouldn’t be so calm about it.”

“Ah.” Erin shivered and started moving again. “Okay, so I paraphrased, but the implication was there.”

“And you said?”

“I might’ve implied he was a prick.”

Lila sighed. “Do me a favor? Don’t tell Jason yet.”

“Tell him what? I’m not giving up. Hunt left the house before I could take another run at him. I’m going back out there later.”

“Wait. You were in his house?”

“Yep, waiting while your clothes were in the wash.” Hearing her friend’s soft whimper, Erin winced. God, they both knew better. Erin in heels? That was just begging for an accident. “Anyway, he didn’t give me time to explain about the list before he took off on horseback.” Although she doubted an explanation existed that wouldn’t end up making her sound hopeless. “I couldn’t even snoop around. Dusty, the kid who works for him, was there. He told me Spencer rarely leaves the ranch.”

The words were barely out of her mouth when a late-model silver truck passed her. For a second she thought she saw Spencer at the wheel.

“Ooh,” Lila said. “That’s why he’s so mysterious. People around town don’t know anything about him. I can’t wait to see for myself—”

A block down, the truck pulled to the curb. A man climbed out and set a tan cowboy hat on his head.

“Hey,” Erin said, cutting Lila short. “I gotta go. I think his royal hotness just made an appearance.”

She disconnected, not trusting herself to walk and talk at the same time. She couldn’t see his face, but the tall, lean body was right. So was the short dark hair. And she vaguely recalled seeing a silver truck parked near the barn yesterday.

He glanced around before closing the car door. That is, he looked just about everywhere except in her direction. So, yep, that was Spencer, and she’d bet Lila’s designer stilettos that he’d spotted her, too. He could’ve kept going, but he hadn’t, so that was promising.

Glad for her old comfy Nikes, she sped up as she watched him round the hood and then drop an envelope in the mailbox near the diner. She half expected him to go inside, but he was already retracing his steps back to the driver’s side.

“Spencer, wait,” she yelled, switching to a jog.

He paused briefly, at least long enough for her to know he’d heard, and then he opened the door.

The hell with that.

She stuck two fingers in her mouth and whistled loud enough to wake the dead. And because he’d ignored her to begin with, she added, “Yo, Spencer.”

Everyone who was out and about on Main Street turned to look.

First, they glanced at her.

And then people stared at him.

Apparently he was more interesting. Probably due to his reputation for being a hermit. She’d bet half the town knew who she was from her last visit.

A small, wiry woman wearing an oversize World’s Best Grandma sweatshirt stopped pushing a stroller to give him a once-over. Two old-timers leaving the diner eyeballed him as they dug out their chewing tobacco.

Unsmiling, Spencer nodded at the men.

Erin couldn’t see what he’d done to get the World’s Best Grandma moving. But she seemed anxious to be on her way. So did a young blonde walking her little white poodle.

“I’m surprised to see you in town,” Erin said and leaned against his ridiculously clean truck. “Did you miss me?”

Spencer bit off a startled laugh and shook his head. “Haven’t you left yet?”

“Um...” She glanced down at her beat-up Nikes and well-worn jeans. “Nope. Still here,” she said and straightened when he pulled his door open wider. “Come into the diner with me. I’ll buy you coffee. Or breakfast. Have you eaten yet? Marge makes great cinnamon rolls. And chocolate chip pancakes.”

“No, thanks.” He took off his hat and slid in behind the wheel.

“Wait.” She shot forward, laying a hand on his arm, stopping him from pulling the handle. “Spencer, please,” she said, finding herself sandwiched between him and the door. Not one of her better ideas. He smelled too damn good. His slightly parted lips were too tempting. The awareness darkening his eyes made it difficult for her to breathe. She was standing too close, but she couldn’t make herself move away.

“Please what?” he asked softly, then waited for an answer she couldn’t seem to articulate. “I can’t give you what you want, Erin.”

She wanted him to touch her.

The thought came from nowhere and wrenched her out of fantasyland.