“If it comes up, it’d explain why you’re traveling with us. Rodeo is a small world, Chan.” He looked away, a bit sheepishly.
“What aren’t you telling me?”
“You know Colby’s family is gonna be around, too?”
She nodded, not entirely sure she wanted to hear what he was about to tell her.
“Well, I’ll warn you not to get your hopes up that he’s gonna introduce you to them.”
“Why not?” slipped out before she could bite it back.
He rubbed the furrow between his eyebrows. “Honestly? Because you ain’t the type of girl that Carson McKay wants his son to get involved with. He’s already havin’ to deal with Colby’s older brother, Cord, and that mess. He’d hit the barn roof if he found out Colby was doin’ the same thing.”
Why hadn’t Colby mentioned his family problems to her? They’d only talked in generalities. Now that she thought about it, she’d mostly talked about her life. “What mess?”
“Cord married a gal from Seattle. Marla, his ex-wife now, thought she wanted to be married to a real rancher. Live out West. When she found out bein’ a rancher’s wife was lots of hard work and not all horse rides at sunset like in them romance novels, she left and returned to the big city, leaving their son, Ky, with Cord. Cord’s been pretty messed up by the whole situation, which is why this is Colby’s last chance on the circuit. He has to return to the McKay ranch for good this time.” He paused. “So, we all know this gig with Colby is temporary, Chan. Colby ain’t gonna risk upsettin’ his dad by introducin’ you, when not only are you a city girl, you won’t be around much longer anyway.”
Trevor knocked any hope right out of her. “Well, that puts things in perspective. I appreciate you telling me the truth. But I’ll still pass on acting the part of your girlfriend.”
“I didn’t mean—”
“Never mind. I’ll hold down the fort until Gemma shows up. And if I get bored with my own company, I’ll wander around. You don’t have to babysit me.”
He smiled sadly and chucked her under the chin. “You make it sound like bein’ with you is a chore, Channing.”
They looked at each other for the longest time before Trevor slanted his mouth over hers and kissed her. Sweetly. It was probably meant to be a friendly peck. A show of comfort. Immediately, it morphed into heat and need.
Amidst twisting tongues and relaxed touches, the greedy part of her brain reminded her that this is what she’d signed on for—mindless, down and dirty sex, not love. Or the illusion of love.
Unlike Colby, Trevor hadn’t alluded to the idea there was more between them than a hot, uninhibited coupling whenever the mood struck them.
While Channing kissed Trevor, she unbuckled his belt, then loosened his Wranglers. Sliding her hand inside that tight denim she found him firm and ready.
“Hang on.” Trevor edged back and toed off his boots. He shucked his jeans and the rest of his clothes.
Channing marveled at his nude body. Ripped muscles. Smooth skin punctuated in spots by white and pink scars, large and small. She trailed her fingers over his defined pecs then to the little strip of hair arrowing the center of his torso, watching his cock jump when she lightly drew her fingertips from hipbone to hipbone. “You are a beautiful man, Trevor.”
“Thank you, darlin’, but as I’m standin’ here buck-ass naked except for my hat, we gotta do something about all them clothes you’re wearin’.”
Trevor unbuttoned Channing’s shirt, leaving kisses along every inch of skin he exposed an inch at a time. Her blouse fluttered to the floor.
He cupped both big breasts in his hands and suckled her nipples through her sheer bra. The combination of his wet, hot mouth on the silky material and his razor-stubbled cheek rubbing on the upper swell of her breast dampened her thighs with want.
And made her feel unbelievably guilty. She arched away from him. “Trevor. Stop. I-I can’t… We can’t. I’m sorry.”
Neither of them said anything as they dressed in awkward silence. She knew she’d never be with Trevor again, and the relief she felt surprised her.
“You okay?” he murmured finally.
“No. Why do I feel like I was about to cheat on Colby?”
Trevor sighed. “I suspect for the same reason Edgard makes me feel like that after he knows I’ve been with a woman. Guilt is something new to me. It ain’t like I haven’t ever hid from him I still like women. Nor did I promise that I’d quit fucking them.”
They hadn’t talked about Edgard at all on the trip from Valentine. “How did you end up with Edgard?”