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still felt jealous her sister would be the first of them to tie the knot.
Unintentionally scowling, she wondered how many aging relatives would ask at the reception tomorrow whether or not she was next—or even had a suitor lined up.
"I give them a year, tops. Two on the outside," a purely masculine voice said from beside her, catching Alexis's attention.
Turning to face him, she was surprised to see a good-looking cowboy standing next to her. He was just under six foot tall with broad shoulders that tapered down to a slim waist clad in tight Wranglers. Through his long-sleeve button-up shirt, she could see the outline of his hard torso, causing her to want to rub her hands all over his body while enjoying the feeling of his pouty lips grazing her neck.
"Oh?" she asked casually, pursing her lips as she continued to survey the delicious specimen of male delight standing before her. "What makes you say that?"
"Well," he continued with his voice low, peering out from underneath the brim of a black Stetson hat and taking a sip from the longneck bottle in his hand. "The moment she realizes his faults—and believe me, Brian has 'em—she'll be less interested in what his bank account or the size of that rock on her pretty little hand looks like."
Alexis stifled a bit of laughter. "Sounds about right," she replied, smirking slightly. "Jennifer isn't a saint either, you know. The moment Bridezilla over here tries to control her groom—and believe me, she will—he'll be straight out the door."
The pair laughed for a moment at their shared cynicism of the couple, causing others around them who hadn't heard the conversation to shoot dirty looks in their direction.
"I'm Alexis," she said, holding out her hand to the stranger. "And you are?"
"Kip," he replied, touching her palm lightly and sending sparks of heat straight to her core. "Any chance you want to get out of this place and go grab a bite to eat or a drink or something?"
"Not just yes, but hell yes!" Alexis answered, ecstatic to have a reason to leave the party. Setting the wineglass down on a table, she turned to Kip. "Just let me grab my purse."
"Meet me in the parking lot in five minutes," he demanded with a slight growl, sending shivers of arousal down her spine.
"Will do."
***
Alexis took extra time to check her makeup in the bathroom mirror before stepping out of the restaurant. Glaring at her reflection in the bad florescent light, she decided she looked pretty damn good for just over thirty with a slim waist, perky tits, and long auburn hair that nearly reached her ass.
Fixing her lipstick, she wondered if Kip would still be waiting for her outside now that she'd taken much longer than five minutes.
The warm evening air felt good against her skin and Alexis was glad she'd chosen to wear a sleeveless top and miniskirt to the rehearsal dinner. Her stilettos, though, were a different story. Slipping them off and walking barefoot across the parking lot, she found her mysterious cowboy leaned up against a white Ford pickup.
"I hope I didn't keep you waiting," she said coyly, giving him a flirtatious look.
Kip bit his bottom lip. "Well, when a woman looks as good as you do… It's worth waiting an extra ten minutes."
Alexis watched as he opened the door and waited for her to climb into the passenger seat. As he walked around to get in his side of the truck, she took in the view of his tight jeans once more.
Holy hell, he's got a nice ass! she thought to herself.
"Now, here's where the real party begins," Kip said with a slight smirk, starting up the engine.
"Indeed it does, cowboy." Flirting with this gorgeous man was fun, and Alexis was glad the night was just beginning.
As they made their way through town, Alexis quietly spotted several sights she hadn't seen in years. The corner café was still in the same place, although it seemed like the name had changed. She noticed a sign welcoming members of the Professional Rodeo Riders Association
Unintentionally scowling, she wondered how many aging relatives would ask at the reception tomorrow whether or not she was next—or even had a suitor lined up.
"I give them a year, tops. Two on the outside," a purely masculine voice said from beside her, catching Alexis's attention.
Turning to face him, she was surprised to see a good-looking cowboy standing next to her. He was just under six foot tall with broad shoulders that tapered down to a slim waist clad in tight Wranglers. Through his long-sleeve button-up shirt, she could see the outline of his hard torso, causing her to want to rub her hands all over his body while enjoying the feeling of his pouty lips grazing her neck.
"Oh?" she asked casually, pursing her lips as she continued to survey the delicious specimen of male delight standing before her. "What makes you say that?"
"Well," he continued with his voice low, peering out from underneath the brim of a black Stetson hat and taking a sip from the longneck bottle in his hand. "The moment she realizes his faults—and believe me, Brian has 'em—she'll be less interested in what his bank account or the size of that rock on her pretty little hand looks like."
Alexis stifled a bit of laughter. "Sounds about right," she replied, smirking slightly. "Jennifer isn't a saint either, you know. The moment Bridezilla over here tries to control her groom—and believe me, she will—he'll be straight out the door."
The pair laughed for a moment at their shared cynicism of the couple, causing others around them who hadn't heard the conversation to shoot dirty looks in their direction.
"I'm Alexis," she said, holding out her hand to the stranger. "And you are?"
"Kip," he replied, touching her palm lightly and sending sparks of heat straight to her core. "Any chance you want to get out of this place and go grab a bite to eat or a drink or something?"
"Not just yes, but hell yes!" Alexis answered, ecstatic to have a reason to leave the party. Setting the wineglass down on a table, she turned to Kip. "Just let me grab my purse."
"Meet me in the parking lot in five minutes," he demanded with a slight growl, sending shivers of arousal down her spine.
"Will do."
***
Alexis took extra time to check her makeup in the bathroom mirror before stepping out of the restaurant. Glaring at her reflection in the bad florescent light, she decided she looked pretty damn good for just over thirty with a slim waist, perky tits, and long auburn hair that nearly reached her ass.
Fixing her lipstick, she wondered if Kip would still be waiting for her outside now that she'd taken much longer than five minutes.
The warm evening air felt good against her skin and Alexis was glad she'd chosen to wear a sleeveless top and miniskirt to the rehearsal dinner. Her stilettos, though, were a different story. Slipping them off and walking barefoot across the parking lot, she found her mysterious cowboy leaned up against a white Ford pickup.
"I hope I didn't keep you waiting," she said coyly, giving him a flirtatious look.
Kip bit his bottom lip. "Well, when a woman looks as good as you do… It's worth waiting an extra ten minutes."
Alexis watched as he opened the door and waited for her to climb into the passenger seat. As he walked around to get in his side of the truck, she took in the view of his tight jeans once more.
Holy hell, he's got a nice ass! she thought to herself.
"Now, here's where the real party begins," Kip said with a slight smirk, starting up the engine.
"Indeed it does, cowboy." Flirting with this gorgeous man was fun, and Alexis was glad the night was just beginning.
As they made their way through town, Alexis quietly spotted several sights she hadn't seen in years. The corner café was still in the same place, although it seemed like the name had changed. She noticed a sign welcoming members of the Professional Rodeo Riders Association
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