And Then You Dare (Crested Butte Cowboys Series Book 5) Read Online Free PDF Page B

package deal young Flynn. I don’t have any doubt
you’ll work hard for us son. Just like your daddy taught you.”
    Bill looked out the passenger window and hoped the tears that
filled his eyes went away before they rolled down his cheeks. “Thank you sir. I
won’t disappoint you.”

Chapter 4

 
    Tristan heard the patio door, opened her eyes, and turned to
look.
    “Uh, hi ma’am. Sorry, I didn’t know anyone was out here.”
    “Hi. Um…I was just about to get out. If you wouldn’t mind
turning around, I’ll grab my towel.”
    “You can stay, I’m happy to share,” he smirked.
    “I’ve been in too long as it is. Now if you’ll turn
around—”
    “You know, you look familiar. Have we met somewhere before?
Maybe another hot tub?”
    “Very funny. No, we haven’t.”
    “I think you’re wrong, we have met, I’m sure of it.”
    “Listen, I’m a bit embarrassed by this, but I’m not wearing a
swimsuit. So again, if you’d turn around, I’ll leave.”
    “Now what fun would that be?” he chuckled. “I don’t mind, I’m
not wearing one either.” The man rested his hands on the edge of the hot tub,
and when he did, his towel fell to the ground. “I’m Bullet,” he said. “And if
I’m not mistaken, you’re Tristan.”
    “You aren’t going to turn around, are you?”
    “Nope, I’m sure not.”
    “Oh, to hell with it.” Tristan stood, climbed out around him,
and walked in the house, leaving her towel, and Bullet chuckling behind her.
    ***
    Bullet climbed into the warm water. He couldn’t stop laughing.
On the other hand, that was a mighty fine looking ass he watched walk away from
him. He’d like to get a better look at the rest of the lady.
    He leaned back and looked up at the sky. It felt good to be
back in Colorado; even if it was damn cold, the welcome was warm.
    Lyric assured him the Flying R partners would help him and his
baby get settled. He’d been skeptical. It was one thing for the partners to
work their schedules around their wives and children. They were mostly family.
And he wasn’t a partner, he was a hand. He’d need to figure out how to make
this work on his own before they got tired of making exceptions and fired him.
    He wished he’d grabbed a beer. He sure could use one right
now. No matter what his grandmother told him, he still felt guilty about Callie
killing herself, especially since he kept dreaming about her. He closed his
eyes again and wished leaving it behind him was as easy as it had been to leave
Oklahoma.
    He jumped when he heard the sliding door open. He must’ve
drifted off, which was not too smart in a hot tub.
    “I think you left this inside.”
    As Tristan brought the baby monitor closer, he heard Grey
crying.
    “Shit. Sorry.” Bullet got up.
    Tristan turned her head away, and held out a towel for him.
    “You can look. I don’t mind.”
    “Just go take care of your baby,” she didn’t turn around.
    “Your eyes still closed?”
    “Yeah. Why?”
    “Just wanted to make sure you weren’t tryin’ to steal a peek
at me goin’ inside, like I did of you.”
    “Just go.”
    “Thanks darlin’.”
    “Not your darlin’.”
    “Not yet anyway.” He closed the sliding door behind him.
    ***
    Underneath the robe she found in the closet Tristan wore her
usual sleeping attire, sweatpants and a camisole. She’d also thrown a
sweatshirt on before she took the baby monitor out to the man in the hot tub.
May have been overkill in hindsight.
    Every time she closed her eyes, there he was. She’d gotten two
glimpses of his nakedness. Of course she looked when he went inside. Instead of
wrapping the towel around his waist, he’d slung it over his shoulder. Arrogant
bastard.
    The curve of his ass was enough to make her drool. He was
lean, and over six feet tall. How much over, she wasn’t sure. And every bit of
him was cut. Wide shoulders, strong pecs covered with dark chestnut hair that
trailed past his flat six-pack abs…and those arms…how