Chapter 42: The CowboyApril 13. Buck’s birthday.
“Remind me again why we’re wearing linen pants, pressed jackets, and ties?” Manning said, sharing his bathroom mirror with me. He manhandled a gray silk tie, struggling.
I stood beside him, watching his efforts. “Because your ass looks great in a pair of snug dress pants, and it’s classy.”
“Cowboys look classy. It’s in our genes.” He turned to me, frustrated. “Help me with this tie. It’s killing me.”
We faced each other, d***s touching. Perhaps he melted me more than I melted him because of his handsomeness: those smoldering green eyes and waves of ginger hair. I wanted to lean forward and kiss him, but we had to be at Buck’s birthday party in less than a half hour. I spun the lengths of his tie this way and that way, forming a perfect k
