Replete after a hearty meal, which Brett had to admit tasted even better because it had been cooked and served by Jake outside, he reclined against one of the saddles and watched his cowboy kick dirt over the fire.
“Had enough to eat?” Jake asked, approaching Brett and settling next to him.
“Sexy as sin, rides like a demon, kisses like an angel, and cooks like a dream. Jake Rushton, will you marry me?” Brett smiled.
Jake’s expression didn’t match Brett’s. In fact, it grew more serious. Cupping Brett’s face, Jake said, in the most earnest tone Brett had ever heard him use, “I’d marry ya, tomorrow, if y’all would have me.”
Brett swallowed. He’d meant the comment as a joke but, yes, he’d marry this man, he didn’t need to think about it. He opened his mouth to say as much when they heard
