Chapter 79

One cowboy with muscles up the wazoo and murky brown eyes kept his hand on the shoulder of my Brooks Brothers suit jacket as we talked. I noticed that his hand was drifting lower, his fingers pressing into the fabric to feel my toned pec. When he pinched my swollen nipple, I gasped at him. And when he kept his hand there, pinching my nip again, I let him, wishing desperately that the fingers belonged to my beloved Gray, and that it was Gray proving his lust for me, instead of for his ex-boyfriend.

Frankly, the two hours were a blur. I felt out of place at my own show, unable to socialize with the buyers, and I only wanted to go somewhere else and get a drink. I downed one flute of champagne after the next, but I didn’t even get drunk. The one-hundred and twenty minutes felt like the longest in my life, and I couldn’t wait to leave Stolid and make the drive in Gray’s Avalanche back to Tucker’s Bed and Breakfast.