Page 20 of September’s Cowboy Travis

Travis made a low sound against my mouth, and whatever I'd planned to say next disappeared.

His hat bumped my forehead. He pulled back long enough to shove it higher, then kissed me again.

I'd spent days thinking his flirting was the problem. I'd underestimated the problem.

I pressed closer, and his mouth moved from mine to the edge of my jaw. My fingers tightened in the back of his shirt.

“Travis.”

He stopped immediately but didn't move away, resting his forehead against mine while we caught our breath.

“You good?”

“Very.”

His mouth curved. “Good.”

I kissed him again before he could say anything else.

When we finally pulled apart, his hand stayed at my waist and the smug look returned.

“Still think I'm a bad idea?”

“I never said you were a bad idea.”

“You thought it.”

“I'm an accountant. I evaluate risk.”

“And?”

I looked up at him. “You're getting harder to categorize.”

His grin widened. “Is that your accountant way of saying you want to do that again?”

“Maybe.”

“Maybe?”

I smiled. “Don't ruin it.”

Then I pulled him back down and touched my lips to his again.

CHAPTER 5

TRAVIS

I checked the north pasture gate twice before I admitted the latch had nothing to do with why I'd stopped there.

The fence was solid, the hinges were fine, and the cattle in the pasture were doing exactly what cattle were supposed to do on a warm Sunday morning. I should've been thinking about a weak section of fence near the creek or whether I had enough mineral ordered for next week. Instead, I leaned against my truck with one boot in the dirt, remembering the way Kaycee Harper had grabbed the front of my shirt and kissed me like she'd already made up her mind.

I'd kissed plenty of women. Mustang Mountain had apparently kept a running count, judging by the jokes people still made whenever my name came up. Most of those kisses hadn't followed me into the next morning, and none of them had made me stand around staring at a perfectly good gate because I was too busy wondering when I'd get another one.

My phone buzzed against the truck console as I climbed back inside. I reached for it faster than usual.

Kaycee: Any chance you're home this afternoon?

A grin pulled at my mouth before I could stop it.