Cowboy Take Me Away by Soraya Lane Read Free Book Online

out with you.”
    â€œYeah, true.” She settled back into the comfy-as-hell leather seat and angled her body so she was watching Chase. “Although it didn’t stop them looking at you.”
    â€œWhat happened between us? Chase started, glancing across at her, then focusing his eyes back on the road again.
    â€œDon’t,” she replied, cutting him off before he could say more. “Let’s just be old friends catching up, okay?”
    He made a noncommittal kind of noise, but he didn’t say anything else on the matter.
    â€œSo this place we’re going to?” she asked, making sure the subject was closed and firmly off-limits.
    â€œYou’ll love it. Nothing too fancy, good food and even better wine.”
    â€œSince when do you drink wine?”
    He laughed and touched her hand, his big palm covering hers, warm against her cool skin. Her heart skipped a beat and she didn’t dare to look up, didn’t want to be trapped in the web of his eyes that caught her every single time .
    But she didn’t have to worry. Chase removed his hand as fast as he’d touched her, just like she’d withdrawn from the play punch.
    â€œA lot has changed these past few years,” he told her in a low voice.
    Tell me about it . “I know. Believe me, I know.”
    â€œBut it doesn’t mean I don’t still like knocking back tequila shots every now and again.”
    This time she wasn’t scared of looking at him, her instant reaction to grin straight back at him. Hope angled her body again, happy to reminisce so long as they didn’t talk about that final night they’d had.
    â€œI don’t think I could stomach one,” she joked. “One whiff of lime and tequila and I’d probably be sick just thinking about it! I don’t even know how we used to do it so often.”
    â€œI drag Nate and Ryder out every now and again and insist we knock a few back. But our poison of choice is usually whiskey these days.”
    â€œWhiskey sounds far more sophisticated than tequila shots.”
    Chase laughed, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on his thigh. “I think I’ve just developed the same taste in liquor as my granddad. Nothing beats a bottle of JD or Wild Turkey.”
    She chuckled to herself and dragged her eyes away from his profile. All this time she’d never forgotten how handsome he was, how strong and commanding his presence was, and he didn’t disappoint in real life. It was like he hadn’t aged a bit, although his skin was a shade darker, golden from all the hours he probably spent out under the sun.
    â€œIt’s just around the corner here,” he said.
    â€œValet parking?” she asked wryly.
    â€œI’m not Nate,” he muttered. “And I haven’t changed that much. Since when did you ever see me getting someone else to park my vehicle?”
    She raised her eyebrows. “Don’t get all offended, I was just joking.”
    â€œYou know how it is, that’s all.”
    â€œYou mean I used to,” she corrected him, holding her smile even though she was crumbling inside.
    She played with the clasp on her purse as Chase parked, watching as he jumped out of the truck and came around to her side, opening her door. It was almost comical to her that he was being so chivalrous, simply because she wasn’t used to it, but she wasn’t going to complain at being treated to some good old-fashioned manners.
    Chase held out his elbow and she tilted back a little to look up at him, catching the humor in his gaze. She hesitated a moment before slipping her hand through, leaning in to him closer than she needed to.
    â€œYou remember doing this?” he asked, voice gruff as he pushed his hand into his jeans pocket and started walking, meaning her hand was dragged even closer to his body.
    â€œYeah.” How could she forget? “Everyone always thought we were dating, which