Make Me Yours (Bridgewater County 5)

“Clearly not,” I replied. Since they didn’t recognize me, they weren’t familiar with the Hunters show. “I assume you don’t watch TV.” Or read the tabloids. I didn’t word it as a question and both men shook their heads.

“Too busy and I hate commercials,” Micah replied and Colt agreed. “With my company, I’m outside all the time, even in the winter.”

Made sense. I knew a lot of people who didn’t watch TV, including myself. They streamed movies, maybe. “Well, I’ll have you know I’m a very famous actress.”

Micah tilted his head, studied me. I told the complete truth. While the tone may have been construed as sarcastic and meant to come across as a total lie even though it was completely true, he seemed to be deciding something about me. And it had nothing to do with being a famous actress.

“Good for you.” That was all he said.

My mouth fell open and I wasn’t sure what to think. “That’s it?” I asked. I couldn’t help it. “You don’t want to know about Charlize Theron or if I have a fancy car?”

“Is that your question for your turn?”

I huffed.

“Lacey, we want to know about you. Charlize Theron seems like a nice woman, but why would we be interested in her when we have a beautiful woman between us? When we know what you taste like?” My mouth fell open at Micah’s response. My nipples hardened.

“And a fancy car?” Colt asked. “This is Montana. A fancy car w

on’t last the mud season. What you need is a pickup truck. If you said you had a dually F-350 king cab, I’d say I was in love.”

I laughed. “With me or the truck?”

“If you were in the truck, I’d keep you forever.”

By the look in his eye, I had a feeling he wasn’t being sarcastic. He was dead serious. I cleared my throat and looked to Micah, although the way he was staring at me wasn’t any less intimidating. “Besides taking women on horseback rides, what else does your company do?”

“Camping. White water rafting. Climbing. Adventure trips. We partner with friends of ours who have a helicopter company in town to take people deep into the backcountry. Heli-skiing in the winter. The list is endless since we do custom trips.”

“If you do such wild adventures, why do this simple ride with me?”

He looked up at the sky again. “At first, it was a two-day camping trip, but I think it was your sister who called and changed it to a simple trail ride.”

I nodded, remembering my sister’s lack of interest in spending any time in a tent, even with Gabe.

“It’s easier for Matt and Ethan—our friends who own Hawk’s Landing—to hire out special trips than to have someone on staff.” He glanced at the sky again, which had me looking up, too. “Weather’s coming in.”

“So, you don’t kiss all your clients?”

Micah’s gaze shifted from the sky to me and that steamy gaze had me licking my lips. “My last clients were a bunch of guys who were friends in college, thirty years ago. I took them fishing on blue ribbon water. I definitely didn’t kiss them, and I didn’t want to share them with Colt. I don’t kiss any of my clients, Lacey. Remember, this trip isn’t on the books anymore.”

The wind whipped my ponytail into my face and I swiped it back.

“We only want to kiss you,” Colt added, his voice deep and insistent and I felt those words throughout my body.

“A storm’s coming in,” Micah said. When I turned to look at him, his gaze was once again looking up.

I hadn’t been paying much attention—especially since we were talking about kissing—but the wind was starting to blow and thick, gray clouds had rolled in. I could no longer see the tops of the mountains and it had gotten darker. A rumble came from the west. “That was ridiculously fast,” I commented. I’d never seen a storm roll in like that.

Micah looked past me to Colt and I could tell they were communicating without words.

“What’s the matter?” I asked, glancing between them. A strong gust of wind almost blew my hat off and I put my hand on top of my head to hold it in place.

“We’re up in the mountains. Bad weather can happen quick. Catches people unprepared. It’s not safe out here. We have to get to shelter.”

I glanced around. We were out in the middle of nowhere, two hours from the guest ranch. “Where?”

A loud clap of thunder cut through the sound of the wind. The temperature dropped and goose bumps rose on my bare arms.