Between Her Cowboys: (Taken by Cowboys: Part 4) A Billionaire Western Romance Read Online Free Page B

coldly.
    “That’s all we need, thank you,” Spencer said crisply. “I’m sure you won’t mind giving the lady a bag for her sandals, so she can wear her new boots out of the store?”
    “Oh, Spencer, I don’t think I can—” Jess began.
    Nate raised his hand. “Not another word,” he said.
    Did Nate and Spencer intend to buy her these boots? She hadn’t even dared look at the price tag. Judging from the quality and the ambiance of the store—and the attitude of the saleswoman—they must cost a small fortune. She couldn’t let Spencer and Nate buy them. But before she could protest, they had already headed to the counter.
    She glanced into the mirror again. The boots were divine—it was undeniable. She wanted to go and tell Spencer and Nate that she couldn’t accept such a gift, but she remained rooted to the spot.
    “All ready,” Spencer said after a minute. He handed Jess a canvas bag containing her sandals.
    “You really shouldn’t have,” Jess said as they trooped out of the store, the saleswoman watching them the whole time. “But thank you.”
    “Of course we should have,” Spencer said simply. “No thanks necessary. But you’re welcome.”
    “Now, how about some grub?” Nate said, rubbing his hands together. “Now that we have the leather, can we get into some cow of the steak variety?”
    Jess laughed. “That sounds perfect.”
    As they walked to the restaurant, Jess thought about how happy she was in Nate and Spencer’s company—new boots aside. She liked Nate’s humor and reckless spirit, but she also liked how Spencer made her feel cared for and safe. The two of them together, though, was what she really loved. She had been dreaming for months about meeting a dashing cowboy in a frontier paradise…and now she had two.
    They stopped in front of a large restaurant bearing a wooden sign with the words “Big Horn Steakhouse and Saloon.”
    “Home of the best prime rib dinner you’ve ever had,” Nate said as he held the door open for her. “Those New York steakhouses can shove it.”
    The large restaurant was outfitted with a wooden bar where people sat chatting and nursing pints, as well as several large tables where people sat eating platters of steak, ribs, and other delicious-looking food.
    At the center of the restaurant was a mechanical bull in an inflatable pit. “That looks familiar,” she said teasingly. “Are you guys going to have another contest?”
    “This night’s not about competing,” Spencer said.
    “It’s about you,” Nate added.
    The waitress showed them to a table. Jess reached her hand towards the chair, but in a flash both Spencer and Nate had pulled it away for her, one man on either side like a princess’s escorts.
    “Why, thank you,” she said, blushing, as she sat down. This was a lot of attention being lavished on her. She noticed a man sitting at the bar look at their table curiously, and her blush deepened.
    Spencer and Nate sat down on either side of her. Instantly she felt a knee make contact with hers from Spencer’s side, while an ankle crossed hers on Nate’s. She felt her heart rate pick up.
    The waitress came by. “The usual for you boys?” she asked, then glanced at Jess. “And your—friend?”
    “We’ll have three prime rib dinners—rare,” he said, raising an eyebrow at Jess. He remembered that she liked her meat bloody. “And a bottle of pinot grigio.”
    “You got it,” the waitress said, turning to walk away.
    “Do you come here often?” she asked nervously, watching the waitress’s retreating back.
    “One in a while, when we want to celebrate something,” Spencer said. “The staff all know us. Plus we bring them a lot of business with our guests.”
    “Everyone seems to like the atmosphere, and the food can’t be beat,” Nate said. “Not like those overpriced New York gin joints. I remember all the boring evenings we had to spend wining and dining investors.”
    “Tell me about it,” Spencer said,