Free Champagne & Chaps by Cheyenne McCray Page A

think something wasn’t right.
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    Sabrina barely made it out of the Harshaws before the storm hit. As she drove away from the mountains, she called Wyatt and spoke to him for a few moments. It started to rain before she reached Patagonia and she told him goodbye so that she could concentrate on driving.
    The entire drive she’d had to force herself to concentrate on the road because her thoughts kept turning back to Wyatt and the incredible day they’d spent together. Thoughts of the way he’d made love to her continued to send tingles between her thighs and she couldn’t stop smiling.
    When she reached Carly’s house, Sabrina parked then ran to the house to get out of the rain, but it was pouring so hard that she was drenched by the time she reached the porch. She was still smiling to herself as her friend opened the front door.
    “Somebody had a good day,” Carly said as Sabrina stood on the doorstep. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you with such a brilliant smile.”
    Water rolled down Sabrina’s face and body. “If you don’t want me to drip on your floor, you’d better get me a towel.”
    “The foyer is tile.” Carly ushered her in. “Not like you’re going to hurt it.” She shut the door behind Sabrina.” You can at least stand inside while I get you a towel.”
    “Thanks,” said Sabrina, who hadn’t stopped smiling.
    Outside lightning illuminated the sky for a moment before the crash of thunder followed. “Looks like you made it back just in time.” Carly turned away and headed for the bathroom where she retrieved a big bath towel. When she returned she tossed it to Sabrina.
    “Thanks.” Sabrina caught the towel then began to rub the soft cloth over her body.
    The nice thing about monsoon season was that the rain wasn’t cold and she wasn’t freezing after having been soaked.
    “Go get changed and then you can tell me all about your afternoon with Wyatt,” Carly said when Sabrina had finished.
    “Yes, ma’am.” Sabrina’s steps were light as she went to the guest room.
    She changed into a clean pair of shorts and a long T-shirt then headed to the kitchen where Carly was waiting with a pitcher of something that looked suspiciously like margaritas.
    “Really?” Sabrina bounced up and down on her toes like a little kid waiting for an ice cream cone.
    Carly grabbed a couple of margarita glasses out of the cupboard, took a lime and drew it around the rim of each glass. She then dipped the glasses in the small container of salt, turning the glasses back and forth until the rims were coated. She filled them with crushed ice from the dispenser on the fridge before pouring in the margaritas.
    “You’ve done this before.” Sabrina said.
    “Hey, it’s the drink of the southwest and we Arizonans have to do it right. I made them earlier, no mix here—the real thing with limes, triple sec and a good tequila.” She set the pitcher aside and pulled a huge package of tortilla chips out of the pantry and a new bottle of salsa, which she poured into a salsa dish.
    “To hot cowboys.” Carly raised her glass.
    “To hot cowboys,” Sabrina echoed and they clinked their glasses before taking long drinks.
    “Come on.” Carly gestured to the living room with her margarita glass. “I want to hear all about it.”
    She managed to pick up the bag of chips and salsa dish while holding her margarita glass. Sabrina followed with the pitcher of the drink. Carly curled up on her favorite chair and Sabrina settled on the couch.
    Carly took another drink of her margarita then set it aside. “Okay, tell me why you haven’t stopped smiling since you got here.”
    “I had the best day.” Sabrina told Carly about the ranch, the horses, and riding. When she got to the part about the little house, her friend was leaning forward in her chair.
    “Tell me, tell me.” Carly was grinning now. “You did it, didn’t you? You had sex with Wyatt.”
    Heat flushed over Sabrina. “It was amazing. He