He’d barely read the first message when she stepped into the room.
“Ready?” she asked looking down at him.
Tuck sat for a moment taking her in. She wore western boots he hadn’t seen earlier. Her jeans were form fitting without looking painted on. The deep red tank top showed the tops of what he knew were some spectacular breasts and matched her lipstick perfect. She had a jacket tossed over her shoulder and hanging from one finger.
Fuck. He wanted to take each piece off her and lick and tease each bit of skin as he exposed it. His gaze continued up to find her watching him, one brow quirked as if she knew what he was thinking and didn’t approve.
“I’m ready.” He stood, shoved his phone into his pocket and picked up the unmarked jacket he’d worn for the rest of his trip and shrugged into
