OLIVER: WESTERN CONTEMPORARY ROMANCE (Blackwater Canyon Ranch Book 2) by Cindy Stark

when a snake crossed our path up in those hills, she screamed which frightened the horse and tossed me off its back. The rest is history.”
    His snort came out before he could stop it. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to laugh, especially since you were hurt. Sounds like a crazy set of circumstances. If you’re more comfortable, we can take the four-wheelers.”
    She lifted her shoulders and let them drop. “I don’t know how to drive one.”
    She didn’t know how to… “Not a problem. You can ride with me.” Though it intensified his issues of having her close. Still, he was man enough to keep his pants zipped. “Anything in the fridge we can take for food? Then we won’t have to worry about running out of time before dinner.”
    “Umm…sure. There’s stuff for sandwiches. Leftover watermelon…”
    “Sounds great. If you want to change, I’ll whip something up.” He hesitated, visually indulging on the lovely skin bared by her bikini one more time. It would most likely be his last.
    When he finally glanced back to her eyes, she lifted a brow in admonition. “Unless you want to go like that.” He grinned.
    Her smile matched his, and she shook her head. “I don’t think so.”
    He held out a hand to help her to her feet, and she grasped it. He tugged her, possibly a little too hard, propelling her toward him. He caught her by the waist so she didn’t slam directly into him. “Sorry. Overkill.”
    God, she was soft.
    She pressed her hands against his chest, creating distance between them. “You did that on purpose.” At least she’d smiled when she said it.
    “I swear I didn’t.” Unless he had subconsciously. He couldn’t exactly deny it.
    She narrowed her gaze. “You should make us food before I make you swear that on your life.” With that, she snatched her book and glass and headed for the house.
    He was helpless to do anything other than watch her walk away. Her ass, her hips, all that bare skin on her back that he’d touched. The next few hours would thoroughly test his resistance.

Chapter Fourteen
     
    Daisy hurried upstairs to change, the heat in Oliver’s gaze still burning in her mind. The sight of him had stirred her desire as well. His hands on her skin when he’d accidently tugged her too hard helping her to stand had nearly undone her. Good thing he couldn’t read her mind, or he would have known she’d been close to pressing against him and kissing him until he brought her recurrent fantasies to life.
    Maybe she should have said no to his offer, should have conceded to be the loser in their agreement. Except a tiny, but powerful part of her wanted to experience “his Wyoming”.
    Daisy descended the stairs a few minutes later dressed in jeans, sturdy shoes, and a t-shirt that covered much more than her bikini had. Her clothes weren’t all that different from Oliver’s worn jeans and khaki green t-shirt that hugged his chest.
    “Ah…” He lowered his brows in a disappointed look. “You decided to go with something sensible.”
    She grinned. “It was a prudent decision.”
    “Prudent?” He laughed and pointed toward a small lunch box. “Well, I made some prudent sandwiches to go with your prudent decision.”
    His flirting was irresistible. “You can’t make prudent sandwiches.”
    He held her gaze for several electric moments. “I guess we’ll see when you take a bite.”
    “I guess so.” At that moment, she couldn’t be sure he was referring to food or to whatever brewed between them.
    Nervous energy infused her as she followed him to one of the smaller barns where they kept equipment. “Sure you don’t want to ride your own?” he asked as they approached a couple of intimidating four-wheelers.
    “Not unless you’re sure you want me to crash into a tree out in the wilderness.”
    “It’s not exactly wilderness.” He tucked their lunch pack into a saddlebag attached to the back.
    “You said yourself that the terrain is uneven. If it’s not paved, it’s