Chapter Fifteen
She'd been too pushy. Scout had always been terrible with the opposite s*x. With horses, she could get the animals to follow her lead. With boys or men, they often balked at her commands. Because men liked to be the ones giving the commands.
Growing up with a General for a father, she knew that lesson all too well. Still, it didn't translate in the classroom, or on the game fields, or at the local bar.
Once she opened her mouth, men would always take back their offer of a dance or a drink and turn to one of the bubbly girls in the corner. Scout didn't do bubbly. Her feet were planted too firmly on the ground.
Linc had swept her off her feet. Well, it had technically been off a horse. But she'd always climbed on and off a horse all by herself. She'd liked having a hand a
