Page 19 of Cowboy Superstar

“You’re breeding horses?”

“Well, not personally, but Ephraim is one of the best horse guys in Montana. He asked if he could start a breeding program at Granite Point, and I thought it sounded pretty cool. These will be our second round of foals.”

“Wow. That’s amazing. Why would you ever leave?”

She felt like she’d said it over and over again, but she meant it. This place he had was unbelievable.

“I try not to. I love it here. I love working with my hands, being outside, playing poker in the bunkhouse with the guys.”

“You’ve got everything.”

He met her gaze with naked honesty. “Almost. That empty bed’s gotta go.”

She was surprised he hadn’t filled it long before now. Any woman would be lucky to have him … and by extension, all of this.

She couldn’t help but ask, “Why me?”

“Why not?”

“That’s not an answer.”

“Because you need a man like me. I get you and your life. I understand your career, its demands, some of what you’ve been through. I understand fame, the fans, the money, and what it can do to you if you’re not careful. And you understand all that better than anyone. I can’t be with someone who doesn’t get it.”

When he put it like that, it made total sense. But then … anyone in the business would do.

But he kept going.

“And then there’s you. Sweet, brilliant, like a queen among mortals. The most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen in my life. And when you laugh—really let go and laugh—something in my soul lights up, and the world turns brighter than I ever knew it could be.”

“Whoa.”

“Yeah, that’s how it feels. Like whoa.”

Beside them, a mare nickered and nudged his arm with her nose.

Bo leaned toward the mare and let her nuzzle him.

And Windsor wanted to do the same. Her attention cut to the clock on the wall. Four.

How many more hours will I have to wait?

CHAPTER 12

“How can you eat like that when we’re going to start filming next week? Because I’ve read that script, and I swear, you’re shirtless in half of it.”

“It’s the love,” he said as he cut into a steak, next to a mound of mashed potatoes and green beans. “And I haven’t shown you the gym yet. It takes up a good part of the basement.”

“Ahhh …”

“And just sayin’, sex between us is bound to be great cardio. So, you’ll be able to eat more too.”

He was so matter-of-fact about it, and Windsor was grateful Marta had left them alone in the dining room for dinner with a comment like that.

“Now, if only you looked at me like you do at these mashed potatoes, I’d be a lucky man.”

Windsor burst out laughing. “I mean, do you have any idea how long it’s been since I had mashed potatoes? I have definitely had sex since then, and that’s saying something.”

His expression took on a curious cast. “Has it been that long?”