Lost Love (Cowboys and Angels #1)(66)

“Have y’all slept together yet?”

She tossed her head back and let out a roar of laughter. “No. I informed him I wasn’t the type of girl to spread my legs open like that. Besides, we aren’t even remotely close to that in our relationship. If you can call it that.”

I leaned forward. “And yet, you did with Mitchell. Spread your legs.”

Her face was pained. “That was different. It was a moment of weakness, and I had been drinking. It was a mistake. Clearly he thinks so as well since he went radio silent afterwards.”

Dragging in a deep breath, I blew it out. I needed to let her know about both Mitchell and Tripp liking her. “I’m pretty sure Mitchell likes you, Corina.”

Her eyes grew wide, and I swore I saw confusion in her eyes. Then she laughed and said, “I doubt it.”

“No, Corina, he does.”

Her smile faded. “It was a one-night stand. Just like you said, Paxton. I’m over it.”

I opened my mouth, but someone knocked on the door. Corina turned to look over her shoulder and I glanced up. Steed stood there with a beaming expression on his face.

Damn. He looked hot as hell. His black T-shirt showcased his ripped upper body perfectly. His cowboy hat was in his hand and his hair was a disheveled mess. I could imagine him running his hand through it as he worked on the ranch with Trevor. Letting my eyes travel down his body, I couldn’t help but notice how his Wrangler jeans fit him perfectly. The icing on the cake were the cowboy boots I had given him so long ago. I loved that he still wore them. My lower stomach pooled with heat.

I wanted him. Now.

Jesus. Anytime this man is around I’m horny as hell.

Steed tilted his head and lifted a brow. I’m sure he noticed the way I was eye fucking him.

“Hey, Steed. How’s it going?” Corina asked, standing and reaching for her bag.

I made a mental note to finish our conversation about Mitchell later.

“It’s going good. How about you?”

She shrugged. “Same crap, different day.”

He chuckled. “Tripp said you’re heading back home for Thanksgiving?”

Corina paused. “Um. No. My parents are going on a cruise, and my older brother is going skiing with his fiancé. I’m planning a nice Marie Callender’s turkey pot pie and Cinderella.”

I stood. “What? Why didn’t you tell me you were staying in town?”

Swinging the bag over her shoulder, she winked. “It’s no big deal. I’m planning on catching up on some reading and work.”

“You should come to our place for Thanksgiving, Corina. My mother cooks for a small army,” Steed offered.

Corina laughed. “Your family is a small army. Thank you, but really, it’s okay.”

I rounded my desk and took her wrist. I knew Corina; she would hate being alone. “Please come. I know Melanie and John would love to have you. And Chloe adores you. Plus my parents will be there. Please.”

Her eyes wouldn’t meet mine. “I’m late for an appointment. We’ll chat later about it, okay?”

I nodded and dropped her wrist. “Sure.”

Corina kissed me on the cheek and headed towards the door. “You guys have fun today.”

Steed watched as Corina made her way out of my classroom and down the hall. Turning back to me, he frowned. “Shit. Tripp is an asshole.”

There was no way I could hold back my chuckle. “What makes you say that?”

“Because by the look on her face, she clearly told him she wasn’t going home. He didn’t pay attention. He never pays attention unless it has something to do with him.”

My eyes focused on the doorway Corina had walked through moments ago. “I think she likes Mitchell. You know they spent a night together.”

Steed’s brows lifted. “No shit? When?”

“That night you took me home from Cord’s bar. She was with Mitchell, and she told me they pretty much got lost in each other all night, which I might add is so unlike her. But Mitchell hasn’t called or anything.”

“That’s because Tripp’s laid claim.”

“Laid claim? What is she, a cow? Does Tripp even like her?”

With a grim twist of his mouth, he replied, “Sorry. Bad choice of words. Anyway, I think he likes her. He seems to enjoy her company, and he does talk about her, but come to think of it, he seems to talk about her more when Mitchell’s around.”

“I wonder if Mitchell likes her.”

Steed made his way over to me. With each step, my body grew hotter. “If he does, maybe he’s confused? He actually felt something for a woman, and he doesn’t know how to deal with it. Then add Tripp into the equation.”