Ride Me Cowboy #3 (The Cowboy Romance Series - Book #3) by Alycia Taylor Read Free Book Online Page B

every curve and she
had the curves to pull it off . Her long blonde hair
hung straight down her back and I had to wonder how she didn’t know she was way
too good to put up with the creeps that she put up with .
I hoped this one was different, but I kind of doubted it.
    “You look amazing,” I told her as we hugged. I
looked around the apartment, realizing once more how much I missed being at
home.
    “You too! Country life must be good for you.”
    “I’m not so sure about that. Some days I wonder if
all of that fresh air has rotted my brain.”
    “Why? What happened?”
    “Nothing. I don’t want to talk about it tonight. Let’s go have fun.”
    “Okay,” she agreed, “But before you go back
tomorrow, you need to talk to me.”
    “We’ll see,” I told her with a grin. We had a cab
pick us up, that way we could both drink. The drive to the club was less than
ten minutes. It was opening night so I knew it would be packed, but I was still
shocked at the extent of it. The line out front wrapped around the side of the
building. Samantha and I made our way to the VIP line and while we waited and I
listened to the loud boom of hip hop music coming out the door. I realized that
all I’d really heard the past month was country music. It had kind of grown on
me and suddenly the hip hop was slightly offensive. I was losing my mind!
    “Ladies. You on the list?” The bouncer was huge. I literally
had to take a step back to look up at his face. Samantha gave him our names and
then tipped him before we stepped inside. The strobe lights were on in full
force and I had to blink my eyes rapidly to be able to see. My mind went to the
comfortable soft lighting of the bar Mark took me to the first night that we…. Shit! Stop it, Lexi!
    We made our way through a sea of scantily clad
bodies out to the patio bar. On the way through I noticed there were white
leather couches and chairs and glass topped tables that had cute girls in white
bikini tops, boy shorts and go-go boots dancing on them. That was interesting.
It was almost a relief to get outside because the music was muted a bit and you
didn’t have to scream back and forth at one another…and there were a whole lot
less bodies, so you could actually breathe.
    We bellied up to the bar and Samantha ordered a
white wine spritzer. I ordered a Bud Light.
    “Beer, really?” Samantha was looking at me like I’d ordered blood.
    “I like beer.”
    She rolled her eyes. “You really need to get off
that ranch more often.” I just laughed and endured yet another sneer from my
friend when the guy tried to pour the beer into a glass and I told him that I’d
rather drink it out of the bottle. We found a high top table and sat down with
our drinks. I looked up at the building and realized it was three stories high.
I hadn’t noticed from the front how big it was.
    “What’s up there?”
    “The club has four bars and three dance rooms. The
one we walked through is hip hop and reggae the patio, of course doesn’t have a
dance floor. Second floor is Latin music and the top is hard rock. It’s like
three clubs in one.”
    “Nice. Where’s Lance tonight?”
    “He’s here somewhere,” she said, looking around as
if he might appear. “He’s working though so when he has a minute, he’ll find
us. What about you?”
    “What about me, what?”
    “How long have I known you?”
    “Um…we were eleven…”
    “Right so ten years…all through
your formative years. I can hear it in your voice and
see it in your eyes…. There’s a man. Is it the
step-brother?”
    “What? Why would you even ask me that?”
    “Please…every time I mention him…even on the phone,
your voice changes. You know I said something like “Ugh!” about it that first
day, but I was only playing with you. You’re not blood related…you’re both
adults…” I felt tears spring to my eyes. Oh shit! I was not going to ruin my
night out crying over Mark! “Oh honey, it is him, isn’t it?”
    I