inside even as the sun dried the droplets of water on her bare skin.
“Thank you for taking me here,” she said softly. “This is truly special.”
“You are truly special,” he said, putting a hand to her hair and letting the long, wet strands fall through his fingers. She melted into his touch.
“I’m so happy you came, Jess,” he said. “I felt something the first time we spoke on the phone. There was something about your voice.”
“I felt the same thing,” she said. She paused, remembering that evening at her apartment in New York, which now felt so far away. “This strange connection.”
He put his hands gently on her hips. She moved towards him, pressing her body to his and tilting her head up. He placed his lips on hers, filling her with a simmering heat. Quickly she lost herself in the kiss, the warmth of Spencer’s lips pulling her further and further in.
“I better get back,” he said, gently pulling away. “They’ll be asking after me soon.”
She nodded. “Me too,” she said. “I have a date to get ready for.”
Chapter 3
At seven o’clock sharp, there was a knock at her door. Jess smacked her lips, closed her tube of lip gloss, and surveyed herself in the water. She was wearing a short white eyelet dress—a particularly flirty flock. She went to the door and threw it open.
“Ready to go, boys?” she said she with a smile.
Spencer went wide-eyed while Nate whistled. “You’ll be turning heads tonight, girl,” he said.
Let’s hope it’s for the right reasons, she thought as she followed them out the door.
They got in the car and drove into town. They parked and got out to walk around the main drag. It turned out that Big Horn was quaint and charming, with an all-American, old Western feel. People milled around in the warm summer night, too many for Jess to register any strange looks. She found herself relaxing and easing into it, even linking elbows with Spencer and Nate. It was fun being out on the arms of two handsome men.
They stopped to gaze into the shop windows. Jess’s eye was immediately caught by a boutique selling cowboy boots.
She looked down at her feet, which were clad in strappy sandals. She realized she was shivering slightly. She’d forgotten how cold it got out here in the evenings.
“I think the lady might need to be outfitted for some new footwear,” Spencer said.
“Oh, no, I couldn’t possibly—” she began.
“Come on, let’s go inside!” Nate said eagerly, cutting her off. He pulled open the door and held it for Jess. She walked in, curious despite herself, and Nate and Spencer followed.
“How can I help you?” the saleswoman asked brightly.
“This pretty young thing is looking for a pair of cowboy boots,” Nate said.
“Just browsing,” Jess interjected. The rows of boots on the wooden shelves looked beautiful—and expensive. She had already blown most of what she had in her bank account on this vacation, and there was no way she could afford to spend any more.
“Take a look and see what you like,” Spencer urged.
She approached the shelf of women’s boots. They were undoubtedly beautiful. Her eyes ran over the rows of rich black, brown, and red leather until it settled on one pair. The design was understated but elegant, with a low but shapely heel, brown leather with deep red detailing. She picked one up. The leather was soft and supple, the stitches tiny and neat.
She put it on and looked in the mirror. The boots looked perfect with the flouncy white skirt of her dress.
“Very sexy,” Nate said approvingly, approaching her from behind and putting an arm around her hips.
“Those boots were made for you,” Spencer said, his eyes glued to Jess’s image in the mirror as approached her from the other side, his hand sliding dangerously low on her back. She flushed and swallowed hard.
The saleswoman cleared her throat behind them. All three of them turned their heads.
“Will that be all?” she said