Page 9 of Cowboy Superstar

“How big is that bed?”

“It’s an Alaskan king. I like space.”

“You are full of surprises, aren’t you?”

“The bed surprises you?”

“All of it. How did you ever keep this place a secret? How did I not know you were living in a palatial log home, set in one the most magnificent locations I’ve ever seen?”

“Would you have come visit?”

She decided bold honesty would serve as well as ever. “Had I known about the bed, I probably would have.”

When he smiled, his aqua eyes shone, and lines creased the corners. He’d been out in the sun and the weather, and he looked better than he had when he was sporting his surfer-boy good looks.

“You like my bed, Win?”

“Most definitely.”

“I can’t pretend I haven’t imagined you in it.”

Her expression was well schooled enough to hide her shock. “Is that right?”

“More than once.”

“Twice?”

“You want me to count?”

“No, just curious.”

Instead of closing the distance between them, he turned to the double doors leading into an en suite bathroom. He paused on the threshold. “Wait until you see the shower.”

She was on his heels faster than you could say hot water.

Decadent bathrooms were a weakness of Win’s. It was no secret she was accustomed to luxury, but a nice bathroom … it just elevated everyday life to spa-like conditions.

“Oh, yes,” she whispered. “This is perfect.”

A massive stand-alone soaking tub—large enough for two—stood in front of a wide picture window, and at the end of the room was a floor-to-ceiling glass enclosure big enough for ten, although it had clearly been built for two.

Benches lined two walls, and there was an entire array of showerheads, handheld sprayers, and … her favorite: “A steam shower. Divine.”

She instantly pictured the two of them reclining naked on benches while steam filled the glass enclosure … and other things.

“There’s also a separate dressing room with a makeup mirror and hairstylist chair through there, so you can do hair and makeup up here.” He opened the door and flipped on the light switch, illuminating an elegant wood-paneled dressing room.

Shocked, she looked at him. “This house came like this?”

He shook his head. “I had the whole master suite redone after I moved in. I used the junior suite for a while, which is where my stuff is, so feel free to make yourself at home.”

“You added a makeup mirror and hairstylist chair to your dressing room? In Montana. On a ranch.”

“Never know when you might need it.”

She knew she wasn’t the only one of the two of them to spend hours in a makeup chair, but … she was starting to wonder something.

“Did you envision yourself sitting in that chair when you added it?” Her question was pointed, and instead of his eyes darting away, he came toward her.