Cowboy Command by Olivia Jaymes

we weren’t enough for him.  He needed to sleep with another woman on the side.  He had another woman and baby.”
    It sounded like Presley hadn ’t known many good men.  “Men can be faithful.  I’m sorry your stepfather and professor were assholes but not all men are like that.”
    “ A lot are.”
    He didn ’t argue.  He’d seen his share of jerks in his line of work.  “That’s true.  I won’t make excuses for other men.  I’ll just tell you that while we’re together, I won’t be seeing anyone else.  I’m a man of my word.”
    She nodded.  “I believe you.  I don’t know why I believe you but I do.”  She flattened her hand against his chest as if to feel his heartbeat.  It was important to Seth that she see he was trustworthy but he knew this was something he would have to prove to her over time.  Words weren’t going to do it.
    He looked deeply into her eyes.  “I have another question.  It’s a very important one and the future of our relationship relies on your answer.”
    She smiled.  “Shoot, Sheriff.”
    He tucked a silky strand of hair behind her ear.  “How do you feel about football?  Specifically the Broncos?”
    She leaned down and kissed his lips softly.  No tongue, just a sweet, soft pressure he had to fight himself not to deepen.  “I like football just fine.  I’m not a fan of any particular team so if you want me to root for the Broncos, I’m good with that.  Do you want me to turn on the pre-game shows?”
    He chugged some of the soda and grinned.  “Sounds good.  I’m hungry, too.  I can go pick us up something to eat.”
    She pressed the Power button on the remote.  “I went to the grocery store yesterday.  I don’t like to cook for only me, but I don’t mind cooking for two.  Do you like spaghetti?”
    “ I love spaghetti.  Are you a good cook?”
    “ I— I—” the color had drained from her face and she looked stricken.  She was staring at the television as if she’d never seen it before.  She pointed and seemed to be trying to speak, but the words weren’t flowing.  He turned to see what she was watching but couldn’t understand what she was so upset about.  He wrapped his arms tighter around her, tipping her chin up so he could look into her stricken eyes.
    “ Presley, what’s wrong?  You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
    She swallowed.  “I have.  That’s Randall, my boss, on the news.”  She pointed again to the network cable channel she must have been watching when she’d last turned off the television.  “It’s his annual fundraiser for the city’s homeless.  He supports a shelter in town.”
    Seth watched as a non-descript middle aged man in a tuxedo was interviewed by the reporter.  He grabbed the remote and zoomed the volume up in time to hear the reporter say that Randall Simon, a billionaire businessman, had raised over two million dollars for the local charity.  They made him sound like a really good-hearted philanthropist, always thinking of others before himself.  A quick look back at Presley ’s expression told him she wasn’t in love with this bozo, but she still looked distressed.
    “ It appears they haven’t arrested him yet.  Did they tell you when they’re going to do that?” Seth asked.
    Presley rubbed her forehead.  “I never actually asked.  They said they needed to keep me safe while they finished building their case against him.  Honestly, I kept thinking this was all going to go away.  That they were wrong about Randall and that I would get to go home, and never have to testify.  Shit, I am such an idiot.  My car and house are destroyed.  Of course, this isn’t all just a mistake.  I’m so fucking stupid.”
    Seth shook his head, trying to make sense of everything.  “You mentioned this before.  What exactly happened?” 
    Presley tilted her head.  “Evan didn’t tell you?  Randall hid a bomb in my car.  He set it to go off when I was in it but I forgot my