got divorced when I was five.”
“Mine never got married. My dad knocked my mom up when she was a senior in high school.”
“Really? Was he in high school too?”
“Nope. He was nineteen. Old enough to know better, as he constantly preaches to me.” Boone winked at her. “Which is why I usually avoid the temptation of being alone with hot females.”
Was he saying she tempted him?
Get real, Sierra.
On the front porch, Sierra waited as Boone dusted off his clothes and kicked off his heavy soled boots. “Where can I wash up?”
“The kitchen sink is fine. Follow me.”
Sierra pulled out a package of roast beef, sliced smoked cheddar, yellow mustard and lemon basil mayo. She turned around, getting an eyeful of the muscles in Boone’s back working beneath his tank top as he thoroughly scrubbed his arms and face. Her gaze dropped to his incredibly tight butt— thank you, Wrangler jeans . He didn’t notice her guilty look or flushed face when she handed him a towel.
“What can I do to help?” Boone asked.
“Tell me if you want tomato and arugula on your sandwich.” She sliced thick chunks of Rielle’s homemade herbed oatmeal bread.
“What’s arugula?”
“Peppery lettuce.” She gestured with the knife to a pile of greens. “Try some.”
Boone popped a piece in his mouth and chewed. “I’ll have that. And tomato.” He leaned closer to watch her. “So do you like to cook?”
“My parents got divorced when I was five and we ate out a lot, no matter which one of them I stayed with. By the time I was ten, I never wanted to eat another McDonald’s Happy Meal. My Grandma Grace taught me some basics. Then dad and I enrolled in cooking classes that forced us to look beyond canned stuff, mac and cheese and spaghetti. I experiment with food because I know my dad won’t.”
“My idea of experimenting with food is to put different taco sauce on frozen burritos.”
Sierra sliced tomatoes. “I haven’t seen you on the bus lately.”
“I’ve got a job after school or I’m studying at the library.”
“You work with your uncles during the week?” She slathered mayo on the bread and placed it over the tomato.
“Nah. I work part-time as an EMT on the Crook County ambulance crew.”
Her eyes met his. “Don’t you have to be eighteen to be certified?”
“I passed the course last spring after I turned eighteen.”
No wonder he didn’t look like a boy—he wasn’t one. She slid his sandwich onto a plate and set it in front of him.
“Tell me what that little shit Kyler said about me when I haven’t been on the bus to defend myself.”
“He mentioned that you’re…kind of mean.” Not entirely true. Kyler said Boone had a bad reputation.
“Bullshit. What’s he really say?”
So Sierra told him.
Boone grinned. “I’m back to being bad boy Boone, eh? Cool.”
No explanation.
Sierra filled two water glasses and parked herself next to him at the breakfast bar. This was surreal. Having lunch with Boone West. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. God. He was so hot.
“How you like livin’ in Sundance?”
“I’m starting to like it better.”
“You’re hanging out with Marin Godfrey, right?”
“Why? Is she a troublemaker or something?”
Boone shook his head. “No, she’s cool. I saw you talking to Angie and Kara. Those two chicks have bad reputations. Don’t go to any of the parties they invite you to, okay?”
She wasn’t a country bumpkin waiting to taste her first beer. “Umm, no. If I actually get invited to a party, I’m going. And FYI, I went to parties all the time in Arizona. I’ve probably seen more wild stuff than you have, Boone.” An exaggeration, but he wouldn’t know that.
He chuckled. “Don’t bet on it.”
“Do you go to those parties?”
“Sometimes. So I know what I’m talking about when I tell you to steer clear.”
She drained her water and felt him staring at her. She faced him and said, “What?” a little
“Mine never got married. My dad knocked my mom up when she was a senior in high school.”
“Really? Was he in high school too?”
“Nope. He was nineteen. Old enough to know better, as he constantly preaches to me.” Boone winked at her. “Which is why I usually avoid the temptation of being alone with hot females.”
Was he saying she tempted him?
Get real, Sierra.
On the front porch, Sierra waited as Boone dusted off his clothes and kicked off his heavy soled boots. “Where can I wash up?”
“The kitchen sink is fine. Follow me.”
Sierra pulled out a package of roast beef, sliced smoked cheddar, yellow mustard and lemon basil mayo. She turned around, getting an eyeful of the muscles in Boone’s back working beneath his tank top as he thoroughly scrubbed his arms and face. Her gaze dropped to his incredibly tight butt— thank you, Wrangler jeans . He didn’t notice her guilty look or flushed face when she handed him a towel.
“What can I do to help?” Boone asked.
“Tell me if you want tomato and arugula on your sandwich.” She sliced thick chunks of Rielle’s homemade herbed oatmeal bread.
“What’s arugula?”
“Peppery lettuce.” She gestured with the knife to a pile of greens. “Try some.”
Boone popped a piece in his mouth and chewed. “I’ll have that. And tomato.” He leaned closer to watch her. “So do you like to cook?”
“My parents got divorced when I was five and we ate out a lot, no matter which one of them I stayed with. By the time I was ten, I never wanted to eat another McDonald’s Happy Meal. My Grandma Grace taught me some basics. Then dad and I enrolled in cooking classes that forced us to look beyond canned stuff, mac and cheese and spaghetti. I experiment with food because I know my dad won’t.”
“My idea of experimenting with food is to put different taco sauce on frozen burritos.”
Sierra sliced tomatoes. “I haven’t seen you on the bus lately.”
“I’ve got a job after school or I’m studying at the library.”
“You work with your uncles during the week?” She slathered mayo on the bread and placed it over the tomato.
“Nah. I work part-time as an EMT on the Crook County ambulance crew.”
Her eyes met his. “Don’t you have to be eighteen to be certified?”
“I passed the course last spring after I turned eighteen.”
No wonder he didn’t look like a boy—he wasn’t one. She slid his sandwich onto a plate and set it in front of him.
“Tell me what that little shit Kyler said about me when I haven’t been on the bus to defend myself.”
“He mentioned that you’re…kind of mean.” Not entirely true. Kyler said Boone had a bad reputation.
“Bullshit. What’s he really say?”
So Sierra told him.
Boone grinned. “I’m back to being bad boy Boone, eh? Cool.”
No explanation.
Sierra filled two water glasses and parked herself next to him at the breakfast bar. This was surreal. Having lunch with Boone West. She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. God. He was so hot.
“How you like livin’ in Sundance?”
“I’m starting to like it better.”
“You’re hanging out with Marin Godfrey, right?”
“Why? Is she a troublemaker or something?”
Boone shook his head. “No, she’s cool. I saw you talking to Angie and Kara. Those two chicks have bad reputations. Don’t go to any of the parties they invite you to, okay?”
She wasn’t a country bumpkin waiting to taste her first beer. “Umm, no. If I actually get invited to a party, I’m going. And FYI, I went to parties all the time in Arizona. I’ve probably seen more wild stuff than you have, Boone.” An exaggeration, but he wouldn’t know that.
He chuckled. “Don’t bet on it.”
“Do you go to those parties?”
“Sometimes. So I know what I’m talking about when I tell you to steer clear.”
She drained her water and felt him staring at her. She faced him and said, “What?” a little
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