Bad News Cowboy

“I’m not looking for advice,” she said. “Anyway, Liss feels like crap, Sadie’s busy, and they would both rat me out to my brothers, who would... It doesn’t bear thinking about.”

“Right.”

“And I’m good at flirting, Jack.”

“You’re not.”

“Yes, I am. I could have closed the deal with him. All I had to do was shove my boobs in his face and he was good to go. It’s not like it’s hard. I mean, I didn’t really expect for him to say...all that. But it’s not like I repelled him.”

“That’s not how you flirt. That is how you get...not a date. You get something else. And really, what you did had less to do with it than...just the guy you were talking to. You have to understand some guys are just after one thing. You have no idea what you’re doing.”

The air felt thick between them, and she couldn’t blame it on the fog. It was just like earlier, when he dropped her at the bar. When she reached out and grabbed his chin, his stubble rough beneath her skin, so undeniably masculine, so undeniably something she’d never felt before.

Damn him, he was right about her experience. Or lack of it.

She’d never even been kissed. Which put Chad’s offer firmly in the no column. But...what would it be like to kiss Jack? To feel his lips, warm and firm, and that stubble, all rough and...

“Maybe I’m the one who’s wrong,” he said. “Did you want to leave with him?”

Jack’s question pulled her out of her fantasy. And she was relieved. “No.” She was certain about that.

“So obviously, shoving your... Doing the... That isn’t what you want to be doing.”

Jack tongue-tied was almost funny enough to make the conversation less horrifying. Almost. “And you’re an expert?”

“More than you. Look, what is it you want? The way you were acting is definitely going to work for one thing. But if your end goal is a date, you might want to approach it in another way.”

“If I want a date?” she asked, blinking slowly, not exactly sure how they wound up in this conversation.

“Yes, a date. And not like...an invitation to go down on a guy in his truck.”

Her face burned. “It’s not my fault he said that stuff.”

“I know,” he said. “I’m not blaming you. But you know...if you set a trap for a horny dillweed, that’s all you’ll catch. And there’s a lot of those in the circuit. If you intend to go pro, you’re going to be exposed to a lot of it.”

She let out an incredulous sound. “Are you...are you actually offering to help me hook up?”

“No. I’m not offering to help with that. But obviously, you could use a little bit of help figuring out how to deal with this kind of thing. Teaching you how to use...different bait.”

“Instead of horny-dillweed bait?”

“Yes,” he said. “I can help you.”

“I’m twenty-three,” she said.

“I know. And you’re fast and strong and smart. You’re the best damn barrel racer around, whatever you think about yourself. You’re ready to go pro and take the circuit by storm. You’re a hard worker and a good sister.”

“So what exactly are you...offering?”

“If you’re going to flirt, you should flirt with me.”

CHAPTER FIVE (#ulink_b0af9417-52b7-56d3-8f4e-d976f1044d4e)

JACK WASN’T QUITE SURE what devil was possessing him at the moment. The same devil that had possessed him when he crossed the room and intervened in Kate’s interaction with Chad. Something hot and reckless, which he was used to but not in connection with his best friends’ little sister.

You’re just looking out for her.

True. It might not be God’s work, but it was Eli and Connor’s work. He was helping.

Leading her not into temptation, and away from idiots who only wanted to get into her pants.

“Chad didn’t hit you, did he, Jack?” Kate asked, her tone suddenly filled with concern.

“No. Why?”

“Because you’re talking like someone who has a head injury.”

“Lesson one,” he said, his tone firm. “Don’t insult the guy you want to hook up with.”

Kate took a step back, her expression hidden from him by the dim evening light. “I don’t want to hook up with you.”

“Obviously.” He felt like a moron for phrasing it that way. Things had gotten weird in the past hour and this wasn’t helping. “I didn’t mean that. I only meant that I can teach you how to talk to men.”

“I was raised by men,” Kate said, holding her hands wide. “I know how to talk to men. I know about horses, sports and even some of the finer points of tractor mechanics. I even like to compare scars.”

Jack’s throat clamped down hard on itself at the image of Kate shuffling clothing around to show off the various scars she no doubt had on her body.

Want to compare scars, baby?

Yeah, that might actually work as a pickup line. The other stuff, not so much.

“You know how to talk like a man, Kate. That’s different than knowing how to talk to men. And it’s also different than talking to them the same way you would your brothers but adding the...back arching you were doing.”

“How?” she asked, sounding totally mystified.

“It just is. I mean, I don’t talk to women the way I talk to Connor and Eli.”

“You pretty much talk to me the way you talk to Connor and Eli. Except condescending.”

Jack let out a heavy sigh. “Get in the truck.”

“See? You’re all ordery.”

“Kate,” he said, through clenched teeth, “get in the truck.”

This time something in his tone spurred her to obey and she got in the passenger side of his black F-150. He breathed into his nose and then let a slow breath out through his mouth. He was insane.

He shook his head as he got into the truck, slammed the door behind him and started the engine before Kate could say anything.