“Horny much, Kaylee?”
“My goodness. Save a horse and ride a Montana cowboy.”
I pulled up and parked to get a better look at Kaylee’s cowboy. Yep, he wore the part very well.
Cowboy boots? Check.
Black cowboy hat? Check.
Tight jeans that made his ass look like you could probably bounce a quarter off it? Check.
And he was currently making his way over to my car.
“Dibs,” Kaylee said, looking back at me.
“What? Did you really just call dibs on this guy?” I asked as I turned off the car.
“Yes, I really did.”
Before I’d had a chance to even open my door, Kaylee had jumped out of the car. I followed her lead, and Ty stopped in front of us while we both greeted him with a smile. Kaylee’s a little wide and a bit eager looking.
Ty grinned at us both before he focused on me. “Lincoln?”
I nodded. “That would be me.”
He reached for my hand. “It’s great to finally meet you.”
“It’s a pleasure.”
Turning to Kaylee, his smiled widened, and he didn’t hide the fact that his eyes swept over her. “You must be Kaylee.”
She turned back and looked at me. Her mouth dropped open. She mouthed I think I’m in love before placing her hand in his. “I am. Kaylee Holden. Pleasure meeting you.”
He tipped his hat. “Ty Shaw Junior.”
It wasn’t lost on me how Ty and Kaylee were staring at each other. It was like they were both trying to figure out what in the hell was going on. I hadn’t seen Kaylee look at another man like this in . . . well, I’d never seen her look at a guy like this. Not even John.
I quirked a brow and studied them for a moment. I finally had to clear my throat to get them to break the intense eye contact they had going on.
“Ty?” I asked, attempting to get him refocused.
He finally looked my way, and when his eyes met mine, my breath might have caught in my throat.
Okay, I totally got why Kaylee had been lost in this man’s eyes. They were bluer than the sky.
Wow.
“Like I said, it’s a pleasure finally getting to meet you, ma’am.”
“Ma’am?” I asked, my nose scrunching up. “Call me Lincoln, please. And you’ve met my best friend, Kaylee.”
He tipped his cowboy hat and smiled. “Will do, ma’am—I mean, Lincoln. Yes, we’ve met.”
The hungry look he threw Kaylee’s way made her turn pink in the cheeks.
I glanced back to the house. “Wow, it’s more beautiful in person.”
“I’m glad you like it. My mama’s great-granddaddy built this house.”
“The clapboard siding is just . . . beautiful,” Kaylee stated. “It’s been so well maintained.”
“Well, would you like to see the inside of your new place?” Ty asked, glancing between me and Kaylee.
“Very much so!” I stated.
Ty focused on Kaylee. “Are you, um, moving here from Georgia as well?”
Kaylee froze before looking my way. I arched a brow and waited for her answer.
“Well, no. I mean, I’m not really sure what my future plans are. Maybe.”
The hope in Ty’s eyes wasn’t hard to miss. It was fast, though. If I hadn’t been watching him, I’d have missed it.
Interesting.
He turned and started for the house—with a slight limp in his gait—as we followed.
“So, did you remodel this house?” Kaylee asked, practically skipping behind him.
He let out a hearty laugh. “Hell no. I’m a rancher, not a builder.”
“You don’t like working with your hands?” Kaylee asked.
I turned to look at Kaylee. What in the hell kind of question was that?
Ty shot a sexy grin over his shoulder as he replied, “I like working with my hands just fine. Do it every day on the ranch . . . and in other cases that warrant something needing a soft but firm touch. I’m pretty damn good at that, if I say so myself.”
Okay, that was a serious flirt directed toward her. Kaylee’s cheeks heated again, and she looked away.
Leaning closer to her, I said, “You asked for that one.”
She pushed me and shrugged. “I didn’t mean it that way!” she hissed.
Ty unlocked the door and then handed me the set of keys. “It’s all yours now, Lincoln. Mama wanted to know if you needed anything while you were getting settled in. If you need to be shown around town or anything like that.”
My goodness, are all Montana cowboys this sweet? With a polite smile, I replied, “No, thank you. I appreciate it, though.”
He nodded. Then he tipped his black cowboy hat again and grinned once more.
Is that a dimple?
Yep, that’s a dimple.
That was all Kaylee needed to see.
I stepped inside, followed by Kaylee. Ty walked around us once we were all inside the house.
“Back to your other question, Kaylee, I didn’t remodel the house, but my brother Brock did when he married Kaci. My parents gave them this house as a wedding gift.”