Cowboy Heaven by Cheryl L. Brooks Page A

because…” He always seemed to be on the defensive—possibly because his actions were the sort that usually needed defending—and he was the only one of the hands I found irritating. If he’d been in on a bunkhouse gangbang, he probably would have destroyed the mood by regaling us with tales about other—and much better—gangbangs in which he’d participated.
    To the best of my knowledge, Jenny had never met him, and I didn’t want to be responsible for bringing them together. She would never forgive me once she got to know him—even if he was big and tall and probably had a big, long pecker to match. Then again, she might be able to put up with a guy who never knew when to shut up; I didn’t consider myself capable of getting past it. Bull was one cowboy I would definitely kick out of bed, no matter how big his dick was.
    â€œOkay, then,” she said with a sigh. “I’ll try not to look a gift horse in the mouth. A favor will have to do.”
    â€œI’m sure you’ll let me know when you need one. All I really need for you to do is to vouch for the fact that Troy came to you looking for a job—sent by someone you trust or something. Anything to prove I didn’t pick him up on the highway.”
    â€œAngie, you know most hands wander in without much to recommend them. Why are you making such a big deal out of it?”
    â€œBecause I don’t want Dad to think I only picked him up because he was such a hottie,” I said. “I get fussed at for enough things as it is. I don’t want that to be one of them.”
    â€œI can understand that,” she said. “But isn’t there some other reason?”
    â€œNone I’m willing to admit at this point.”
    â€œAha! So you did pick him up because he was a hunk.” Her words might have been accusatory, but a note in her voice told me she completely agreed with my reasoning.
    â€œYeah,” I admitted. “Plus, I felt sorry for him. I still can’t believe no one else picked him up before I got back from town.”
    â€œI certainly would have,” she declared. “Wait a minute. That was your truck pulled over on the side of the road this afternoon, wasn’t it?”
    â€œI take it that was you who drove by and honked?”
    â€œYes, it was,” she replied. “Where were you?”
    â€œIn the truck.”
    â€œ Where in the truck? I didn’t see anybody.”
    At least that meant Troy hadn’t been exposed for all the world to see—which might have been awkward if anyone else had passed us by. Jenny was the one person I could count on to keep quiet, especially if I asked her to. Not that I planned to elaborate on what we were doing while we were out of sight, but when I didn’t answer right away, she jumped to her own conclusion.
    â€œYou weren’t lying down on the seat with him, were you?”
    And just like the Grinch, I thought up a lie, and I thought it up quick. “Nope. I was having contact lens trouble. I pulled over to rinse it off and I dropped the damn thing. Troy and I were trying to find it when you drove by.”
    To my surprise, she seemed to believe me. “You ought to give up and have your eyes lasered, Angie. Contacts are too much trouble.”
    â€œYeah, right. If there ever comes a time when that procedure doesn’t cost an arm and a leg, I might consider it.” I probably could have kept her on that subject for a while longer, but Jenny was not to be deterred from the original topic of my handsome stray.
    â€œHmm, so he’s the helpful sort, huh? You don’t suppose he might help you out with some other things, do you?” She sounded just suggestive enough to provoke me into responding.
    I sighed in what I hoped was a convincing fashion. “Really, Jenny. Is sex all you think about?”
    â€œWhat? Me? I didn’t say anything about sex. I could have been talking