She rolled her eyes and pushed down the urge to say, “I’m over here, moron.” Instead, she said, “What do you like to do in your spare time?”
“Play my guitar. Heeeey, maybe I can serenade you or something, huh? Show off my talent. Maybe woo you a little.” He grinned like it was a brilliant idea.
Megan forced a polite smile. “Uh, huh.”
The guy with the rose walked up. “Excuse me,” he said in a thick French accent. “I think it is time to switch, no?”
Anthony frowned. “Already?”
“Oui.”
With a groan, Anthony stood. “Okay, then. Have at her.” He sauntered away.
The man sat on the bench and handed her the rose. “For you.” His gaze traveled over her, and she suddenly felt shy.
“Thank you.”
He took her hand and placed his other on top, enveloping it in warmth. “I’m Luc. And you are more beautiful than I imagined.”
She cringed, wondering what he’d imagined. An image of an ogre with one eye popped into her head and she stifled a giggle. “Thanks.”
“I am honored to meet you. Tell me about yourself.”
She thought the men were supposed to do the talking, but she went with it. “I’m Megan. I co-host a morning show with Adam. I enjoy biking and running.” She tried to come up with something else, but couldn’t.
“Ah, you are athletic. I, too, do some running.” He grinned and squeezed her hand. “Maybe we can go together sometime, no?”
His touch was sending little sparks through her, and she had trouble thinking. “Sure.”
“And now a little about me. I was born in France, but came to America as a young man. I own a clothing store in upstate New York.”
“Well, that’s interesting.” What else could she say about a clothing store? She searched her brain, but nothing came up, so she plastered on a weak smile.
“My days are full, but my nights are lonely.” He picked up her hand again and kissed it, and the sweet moment turned uncomfortable.
“Well, Luc, that’s very forward of you. We just met.” She wiggled her hand from his grasp. “Probably not a good time to start talking about your lonely nights.”
“Forgive me, madam.” He was about to speak when someone cleared their throat behind him. The cowboy shoved his hands in his suit pockets.
Luc smiled. “It is time for us to part.” He took her hand, kissed it once more, and then stood. “I shall see you later.”
The cowboy watched as Luc walked off into the yard. “Well, isn’t he smoother than a boar’s behind?” He sat on the bench and stuck out his hand. “The name’s Kyle.”
Megan held back a laugh. “Nice to meet you.”
He adjusted his hat. “I don’t like to mess with pretenses, so here it is. I’d like to settle down and start a family. I’ve got a ranch out in Texas, worth a pretty penny. I’m just looking for someone to build a home with.” He turned his dark chocolate eyes on her.
“I appreciate your honesty, Kyle.” It was refreshing to find someone who said what they wanted, without any games.
“I’d like to get to know you, to find out if you’re that someone.”
She could already tell him the answer, but she kept that to herself and smiled instead. “Sounds like a plan.”
He rubbed the back of his neck. “You ever been on a ranch, Miss Megan?”
“It’s just Megan. And no, I haven’t. What kind of ranch is it?”
“A horse ranch, ma’am.”
