Gone Country by Lorelei James

on him. Yet she couldn’t help but think, pretty mouth; not so pretty words spilling from it.
    “Sierra?”
    “What?” she snapped.
    “Don’t be pissed off at me.”
    “Don’t expect me to forgive you for that total dick comment.”
    Boone tugged her closer until the outsides of her legs were wedged between his knees. “You so mad you’re shaking?”
    “Maybe.” Sierra could feel his body heat, but it didn’t warm her; it caused her to shiver again.
    “I am sorry.”
    She looked at him and saw real remorse in his eyes. “I can see that now.”
    “Good.” His fingers slid down and he clasped her small hands in his larger ones. He frowned. “You’re not mad. You’re freezing.” His assessing gaze moved across her upper torso. “Where’s your coat?”
    I left it in the truck so I didn’t make a bad fashion statement. Like she’d admit that to responsible Mr. EMT. “Uh. I forgot it.”
    “Christ. Don’t you know how fast it gets cold here?” Boone released her hands and shrugged out of his flannel-lined corduroy jacket. Then he draped it around her shoulders, pulling it around her arms and chest. “Better?”
    Sierra stared at him, resisting the urge to sniff the inside collar of his jacket, where his scent was the strongest. “Thanks.”
    Then he gently freed her hair from beneath the collar. Nothing about his movements was flirtatious, but her heart raced when his fingers brushed her skin. Especially when his hands smoothed her hair back from her face, slowly, from her scalp to the ends that stopped above the jacket pockets covering her breasts. “You warming up?”
    She was practically hot now. Mostly in the face. “Yeah. I’ll give it back before I go.”
    He waved her off. “Keep it. I’ve got another one in the cab. I’ll swing by and pick it up sometime.” He grinned. “Maybe you can fix me lunch again.”
    “Okay.”
    “I’m glad you came over to talk to me. You’re different than the girls around here.”
    She blinked at him.
    “I recognize that have-I-just-been-insulted? look. I definitely meant that as a compliment. I’ve had more real conversations with you in the last few months than I’ve ever had with anyone else in this town.”
    Sierra did a mental fist pump, but managed a droll, “Cool. I suspected you only wanted to hang with me to give your uncles the middle finger for being friends with a McKay.”
    He laughed. “Nope. I like you despite your family heritage. You’re funny. You don’t bullshit me. You don’t try that fake come-on crap.” His voice rose an octave. “ Oh Boone, you’re an EMT? I’ll play doctor with you anytime. ” He rolled his eyes. “Lame, huh?”
    “Really lame.” Good thing she hadn’t said it, because she’d definitely been thinking it.
    “West! We’ve got an injury, let’s go!” the other EMT shouted.
    Boone’s boots hit the dirt. “See you around, McKay.” And he was gone.
    Back in the stands, Marin was so enamored with Mitch she didn’t even notice that Sierra had returned, wearing a borrowed jacket. Not that she’d tell her friend where she got it. Some secrets were just too good to share with anyone.

Chapter Eleven
    “Rielle!”
    Gavin winced. Why couldn’t Sierra walk downstairs instead of yelling down the stairs? He should install an intercom system.
    “What?” Rielle yelled back.
    Then again, these two didn’t need one.
    “Come up and watch a movie with us. I made popcorn.”
    “Be right there.”
    Sierra gave him a smug look. “It’s on.”
    “Don’t be so cocky,” he warned. “I still say she won’t want to watch the movie you picked.”
    “We’ll see, won’t we?” She ripped open the bags of microwave popcorn and filled two bowls.
    Rielle walked in. “Hey guys.”
    Gavin pretended not to notice how the V-cut of her T-shirt made her breasts look completely lickable. Or that her cargo shorts were too baggy and hung low on her hips, providing a peek of her flat belly. Or that her smile seemed