Next thing I knew, Zane was tapping him on the shoulder asking to cut in. When Lucas turned around he cococked him.
Lucas was out and two of his buddies had to drag him out to his truck.
Zane tried to apologize, blamed it on being drunk.
All he did was show me what kind of man I don’t want to be with.
Walking past Zane’s trailer, I try to avoid looking his way at all cost. Then I hear an ear-piercing whistle and my eyes betray me. Curiosity has my green orbs shifting left. There he is, smiling wickedly. Why do his lips have to look so perfect and kissable? I can feel the blush creeping across my cheeks. Damn him. So, I may have kissed him briefly the night we met. I just wanted to know if there was something wrong with me after the whole thing with Justin. And well, kissing Zane proved that it was indeed Justin and not me. Zane definitely enjoyed kissing me but then again so did his brother.
I’m a mess.
“Morning, tight ass.” He waves at me with his coffee mug. It reads Honk if you’re Horny. Gah, does he ever wear a shirt when he is hanging around outside of his trailer? I swear every time I see him around outside he is shirtless, flashing his hot body at me. Okay, well, not exactly at me, but it is damn near distracting.
Rolling my eyes, I turn away and pick up my pace, walking faster.
“Come on now, I made you a cup,” he pleads as he rushes out, stepping next to me. He produces a Styrofoam cup and places it in my hand. His fingers brushing against mine sends a tingle all the way down to my toes. He grins lazily at me, knowing I am attracted to him. “Enjoy the coffee, Hattie Mae.” Him using my middle name does something to my insides, making me feel all tingly. Zane flicks his tongue, licking the corner of his mouth and my mind flashes to wondering how those lips of his would taste again.
Before I can respond he has gone back inside his trailer. The gesture is sweet, but I am not falling for that. He keeps insisting that he wants to be my friend. I don’t buy it. I have been told so many tales of his conquests. Zane and the words woman and friend do not go hand in hand. Mentioning his name to the wrong woman can get you smacked around here.
When I get further down the path and I am sure he can’t see me, I toss the cup in the trash. I spend the rest of my walk doing the exact opposite of what I intended—thinking about Zane and his damn abs. I would so lick them if I didn’t think I would be one in twenty. The man has my head feeling fuzzy instead of clear.
I go into the office and get clocked in. Time to tackle the day ahead, and hopefully get ol’ blue eyes out of my head. But dang it, I have to pass back by his trailer to get to my post.
Stupid sexy smirk.
Stupid sexy abs.
He infuriates me.
I reach the area of the lake that is reserved for swimming without seeing Zane again.
There is a nice beach area. I really do love working here.
Taking a drink of my water, I get ready to start my shift.
Climbing up my post, I take my seat and look out at the water in front of me. It truly is so peaceful and serene here. I can see a few fishermen out in the distance on their Jon boats. A few residents have already started setting up on the beach. I watch as one of the couples rub sunblock on each other, touching and laughing with huge smiles. They seem so natural together. I miss that feeling but that doesn’t mean I want Justin back.
The asshole has tried calling me twice a day since I left. My only response has been a text to say I am fine and to leave me alone.
My few minutes of peace are soon interrupted as a shadow eclipses my view—Lucas.
“Hey, stranger.”
“I got tickets for the movies tonight. That new chick wedding flick is playing.” He grins while flashing two tickets at me. Hearing the word wedding reminds me of why I came here in the first place, my stupid ex-fiancé. I guess my tits simply weren’t his cup of tea.
“Sorry, I’m going out with Kiesha tonight.” I smile at him, knowing I am telling the truth.
He frowns, shoving the tickets in his wallet.
I like Lucas. He invites me to hang out with him and his rodeo friends when he’s in town. I give him credit, he has stayed true to his word. He hasn’t kissed me since that first night and he doesn’t bring it up.
The guy doesn’t even attempt to flirt with me. It’s nice but it also drives me crazy wondering why he doesn’t seem to want more from me.
I’ve thought about what it would be like to date Lucas. He’s funny and he’s sweet. He travels for his competitions so we wouldn’t be in one another’s faces all the time.
He seems nice enough, but he isn’t his brother. It would be wrong of me to pretend otherwise. I’m not a lying jackass like my ex, Justin.
“Some other time then.” He looks sad and that makes me feel guilty, but I promised Kiesha.