My Heart Lingers (A Hearts of Misty Mesa Story): BWWM Interracial Romance Read Online Free PDF Page B

mistake. Someone ordered it for you. It’s already paid for.” The deliveryman thrust the pizza box towards her, eager to be rid of it and to go about the rest of his deliveries.
    Kyra glanced at the receipt and saw Cole’s name at the bottom of the transaction. He must have read her mind and knew once the munchies settled in, she would want to go into the kitchen and whip up something to eat. This was his kind way of keeping her mostly off her feet for the rest of the day.
    Kyra stuck her hand in the empty pocket of her robe. “Can you wait while I get your tip?”
    “That’s been taken care of, too. Have a good evening.” The deliveryman walked off the porch and back to his car.
    Kyra closed the door and went to get a soda from the fridge. The pizza was perfect, hot and gooey as she lifted a steaming slice from the box and onto a paper plate. Cole even remembered her favorite pizza toppings.
    Their time and conversation spent this afternoon were both too short to tell how he felt about her or exactly what he remembered before he left for Georgia. All Kyra knew was she had a rodeo to attend tomorrow with a man she thought she’d never see again. And here she thought her weekend was going to be spent scrubbing floors and washing windows.

 
     
     
Chapter 4
     
     
    Sunday evening arrived, and so did Cole at Kyra’s doorstep. The doorbell rang at six sharp. This time, Kyra made it to the front of the house without having to favor her ankle. It felt much better after a good night’s sleep and a day of rest.
    “Look at you.” Cole remarked when she opened the door. His eyes swept over her from head to toe. “How’s your ankle?”
    “Feeling great, thanks.”
    He did a double-take of her feet. “You packed your boots after all.”
    Kyra spared her feet, clad in tan leather cowboy boots, a cursory glance. “I figured I might get some use out of them while I’m home. I won’t tell you the last time I had the opportunity to wear them.”
    “Let me guess. You were still picking out your dress to wear to prom.”
    “Something like that. You look really nice.” Though she was happy he liked her chosen outfit of fitted bootcut jeans, white tank, and purple shirt, she was much more interested in his appearance than her own. He wore jeans that hugged his lean hips and belted around his taut, flat stomach. His black shirt had button snaps and sharp chevron pockets, the kind men out West wore to events like the rodeo or stock show. She had to admit, even after time spent looking at male attorneys in their flashy three thousand dollar suits, nothing could beat a good pair of worn, well-fitting Wranglers on a man.
    “Ready to head out?”
    “Yes. Just let me get my phone.” Kyra grabbed it from the mantel over the fireplace. “Let’s go.”
    She walked alongside Cole to the driveway where his truck was parked. The horse trailer was gone. “You decided not to enter the lasso competition?”
    “I put my horse in Ron’s trailer since he’s going to the rodeo ahead of me. Figured you wouldn’t want to smell horse all the way there and back.” He opened the truck door for her.
    Kyra glanced at the evening sky before she got into the truck. A soft breeze blew by, bringing with it the clean smell of open air and the flowers from Mrs. Banks’ garden. She didn’t realize until then how much she missed those scents of home. “Thanks for the pizza, by the way. The delivery guy rang the doorbell just as I was starting to get hungry.”
    “You’re welcome. I hoped I guessed your favorite toppings correctly.”
    “The black olives were tasty.”
    He made a face. “Only you would like olives on pizza.” He joked with her the way he used to do.
    “If that’s the case, they wouldn’t keep a whole jar of them at the pizza place just for me.”
    Cole turned on the radio on the way to the rodeo. He turned to the country music channel. “Figured you should listen to something to get you in the mood for watching calf