My head falls back with a laugh that feels too damn good to stop.
The conversation with Hazel is still heavy in my gut, but the words I spoke are just as fresh. I meant what I said. Might not know Aurora very well yet, but in ways I can’t quite figure out, she’s mine.
“Took you long enough,” Georgia says quietly, shifting on her saddle.
I slide my gaze over her legs, noting her form and posture, making sure she’s not stretching too far to reach the stirrups.
She looks good.
Perfect, actually.
“How the hell can a city girl like you ride a horse this damn good, darlin’?”
She smirks, eyes gleaming. “I have secrets, and you haven’t earned them yet, clearly.”
“Why don’t you tell me how to earn ‘em, and I’ll start right now.”
“Oh, I’ve got a few ideas,” she purrs, shoulder tipping, taking my stomach right along with it. “But unfortunately, they’re also secrets.”
“Seriously, freckles?” My mouth falls open, hand pressed to my chest in mock-horror. “You wound me.”
“I think you’re too full of yourself to possibly get wounded by words.”
I waggle my brows. “You could be full of me too if you play your cards right.”
Her head falls back with a sweet giggle that shakes her whole body.
That laugh—God, that laugh.
It’s sunshine and honey, wild and unfiltered.
“You’re a shameless flirt, Mr. Archer.” She clicks her tongue, and shakes her head. “It’s annoying.”
Flirt? Is that what I’m doing? Fuck. Can’t remember the last time I flirted with a woman—put in any real energy at all to get their attention. But it comes easy with Georgia.
And it’s fun.
Being around her isfun.
When’s the last time I had any fun?
“I think it's time you stop pretending to find me annoying,” I drawl, pulling Dusty up to Pudding’s side so we’re next to each other.
“Between your over the top sexual innuendos and inappropriate touching, I assure you, I’m not pretending.”
“Please,” I mutter, rolling my eyes skyward, a smile tugging at my lips. “You loved the touching.”
“Did not.”
“And youreallylove my innuendos.”
“I had no idea you had such good humor hiding under your rabid hyena tendencies.”
“I’m charming as fuck, and you can’t prove otherwise.”
“Says the man who fired a young kid for wearing the wrong shoes.”
My right eye twitches as I choke back the honest reason I sent Wiki packing. Somehow I feel,because he touched you,won’t win me any points.
