Wild For You

She stared at him. “You really do want to get rid of me. Okay.” She didn’t know what else to say. She’d always been outgoing and people generally liked her. “I’d offer to walk back if it weren’t so freezing, so if you wouldn’t mind...”

Shaking his head and looking resigned, he shifted to Drive. “I’m going to the Lone Wolf, a ranch about twelve miles from here.” He glanced at her. “If you want to come along.”

She nodded enthusiastically.

Spencer kept his foot on the brake and his attention on her. “On one condition.”

Erin stopped herself from rolling her eyes. “I don’t nag you about using your land.”

“Good girl.” He almost smiled. “You’re catching on.”

Good girl.

Gritting her teeth, she tore off a piece of Twinkie from the remaining half and stuffed it in her mouth before she ended up saying something snarky. God, did she hate not having the upper hand. She had to be nice no matter what, and Spencer knew it. He also knew she hadn’t folded. But she’d stick to the deal and not pester him for the rest of the day.

“Now, you want to tell me about that list of yours?”

4 (#ulink_843b1328-de4e-5598-a5a3-9202b9135714)

SHE WAS TROUBLE. That was undeniable. And Spencer had gone out of his way looking for it. Something about the damn woman stirred a primal craving in him that he’d thought had died along with his career.

Part of the attraction was her husky voice. The low sexy timbre rasped against his skin and hijacked his brain. It made him wonder what her fingernails would feel like raking his back. Made it too easy for a man to get lost. Maybe even agree to something he’d later regret.

Carefully keeping his eyes on the road, he listened to her explanation about her friend’s involvement with the crazy list. But he hadn’t caught much of it. Only that it made sense someone else had put her up to changing her appearance. Three months ago, when she’d first turned up at Shadow Creek, she’d worn jeans and a T-shirt, her long hair clipped up and kind of messy.

Yesterday she’d looked ready for a date.

He sensed movement and glanced over at her. She’d loosened the neck of the black sweatshirt and let the hood fall to her back. Sunlight picked up caramel-colored strands of the brown hair he’d formerly considered unremarkable. Her eyes were nearly the same golden caramel shade. She had a small pert nose and a wide mouth. Her habit of pursing those full lips while she was thinking would definitely torment him if he let it.

“...Lila can pull off that sort of stuff. I’m hopeless. Oh, and thanks again for letting me use the washer and dryer. It was Lila’s skirt. And heels.” She paused to pull a can of Red Bull out of her bag and offered it to him. He shook his head. “Not my favorite, but I’ve had only two cups of coffee today.”

He shot her a questioning look.

“I’m a total caffeine junkie,” she explained. “It started in college.”

“Too many all-night parties?”

“I wish. More like late-night studying. And working part-time.”

“Where did you go?”

“UCLA. They have a great film school.” She popped the can. “Did you go to college?”

“Yep. No place you’d recognize.”

“Ah.”

Hell, he had to be more careful. Not ask questions that could be turned back on him. He’d kept to himself for so long he was out of practice. And with someone like Erin...the woman was an open book, frank and matter-of-fact. Maybe that was how she got people to feel comfortable. Convince them to open their homes and lives to her. Something he’d better keep in mind. And not recklessly invite her on ride-alongs.

“So, why are we going to the Lone Wolf?” she asked.

“I have some business with the owner, Matt Gunderson. I can’t speak for why you’re tagging along.”

Erin grinned. “It’s pretty out here. So different from when I was here in July.”

After putting the bag on the floorboard, she tucked her free hand under her thigh. Hunching her shoulders, she looked cold. He was still wearing the fleece-lined jacket he’d put on to feed the horses before he left, so he hadn’t bothered with the heater.

He turned it on. “Feel free to adjust the temperature.”

She was right on it. “Tell me if it gets too warm for you.”

“I have a question.”

“Okay.” She wedged the can between her legs and rubbed her palms together in front of the vent as she looked at him.

A slew of lusty thoughts raced through Spencer’s mind. All because of where she’d innocently stuck the damn can, he thought with disgust. Although, in his defense, it didn’t help that he’d seen her bare thighs. Nice and toned, they’d feel real good gripping his waist.

Images of her in that short denim skirt had haunted him late into the night. No surprise he’d woken up harder than a rock.

It wasn’t her. It was him. He hadn’t gone without sex this long since the summer between sophomore and junior years of high school. Hell, he was probably going through withdrawal.

“So, let me get this straight—your friend Lila gave you the makeover advice. Obviously to get my attention...” He saw Erin fidget, and he purposely drew out the suspense as he navigated a curve in the road. “And then what? You were willing to sleep with me to get—”

“No.” She barked the word, then folded her arms across her chest. “I mean, I would—but not to get you to—” She huffed with aggravation. “The short answer is no.”

“We have another five minutes to the Lone Wolf. Plenty of time for the long answer.”

He’d meant to tease her, but it backfired. The pink in her cheeks and the fire in her eyes were making him hot and prickly. Maybe he was reading into it, but it was possible they shared the same itch. He had to really think about how he wanted this to play out.

“To soften you up, I guess,” she said, though he hadn’t expected an answer. “It’s kind of funny. There’s no way in hell I’d have sex with you in exchange for Moonlight Mountain—”

Spencer snorted a laugh. “You’d have to be damn good to expect me to give you the whole mountain.”

“You know what I mean,” she said, leveling a cool gaze his way. “And had you let me finish, I was about to say that under any other circumstance, yeah, damn right I would’ve slept with you.”

He almost missed the turn. Spotting the road marker at the last second, he wrenched the steering wheel. Erin threw out both arms and flattened her palms against the dashboard. His Stetson tumbled off the console onto the floor.

“Sorry,” he mumbled.

“I guess that was partly my fault.”

Deep ruts in the gravel road worked against him as he righted the truck. The ground was still muddy, some patches slick from the wet fall leaves. All he needed was to get stuck out here; with Erin, no less.

Erin and the self-satisfied smirk she was trying to hide.

Spencer knew some bold women back in Boise, and Erin, being strong and plainspoken, shouldn’t have surprised him. But he had to admit, he hadn’t seen that coming.

The moment they were back on track, all tires accounted for, he said, “So you’re saying if we’d met at the bar in town and had no business connection, you would’ve gone home with me.”