Free Smoke. Fire. Cowboy (Cowboys of Nirvana Book 3) by Rhonda Lee Carver

stomach. 
    “There aren’t any of the potatoes left. The fellows must have grabbed the leftovers. Would you like a sandwich?”
    She met him at the counter, inhaling the spices. “Yes, please.”
    “Mustard or mayonnaise?” he asked.
    “I’ll take mustard.”
    He took out two small jars. “Spicy or honey?”
    “Honey,” she answered.
    “I can’t get enough spicy.” He wagged his brows.
    She chuckled. “I should have guessed.”
    He laid out four slices of bread, squirted mustard on two slices. She enjoyed watching him prepare their meal. For such a large man, he moved with grace. She imagined how deft his hands would move on her body. How he would explore and suckle.
    “Here you are.”
    She accepted the sandwich, grabbed a paper towel from the roll and went to sit at the table. Biting into her sandwich, she chewed thoughtfully, mentally shuffling through the reasons why she shouldn’t have intimate thoughts of Jared. That list grew shorter and shorter. Why limit herself? She was no longer married. Her ex had left her in tears and she had every right to move on. Luther wasn’t the cause for the chains that kept her from taking a step toward her future. She just needed to be sure before she gave her heart away again. Jared wasn’t marriage material, not even relationship material, but it wasn’t as if she wanted long-term, at least not yet. Sometimes a woman just needed to sample a few lovers before she hitched herself to one man.
    Jared bit into his sandwich. Holy heck! He looked handsome, even while eating.
    She was on some looney roller-coaster ride and needed to get a grip. When a man eating turned her on, she was in trouble, and it wasn’t very pretty.
    Tonight was a whirlwind. First, she confessed her feelings for Chase. Rejected!
    Now she wanted to rip the towel from Jared’s hips and lick every inch of his rippled body.
    She had a one-way ticket to becoming a slut. She laughed. Could a woman be a slut if she’d only slept with one man in all of her thirty-four years? She’d certainly done a few slutty acts with Luther.
    Jared eyed her funnily. “Are you okay?’
    “Sorry. I just had a thought,” she said, picking at the crust of the bread.
    This wasn’t play the lottery and win a cowboy. Or, a slot machine. Drop a coin in, pull the handle and see which cowboy the wheel lands on. This wasn’t a game. She slumped into the chair and took another bite of her sandwich, not tasting anything. Why had she earlier today believed Chase was the man for her? Looking back, she realized it had been more of a fantasy than reality. He was kind, compassionate, sweet…and so not into her. It was laughable really.
    “You have something right here.” Jared touched his finger to the corner of his mouth.
    “Oh.” She dabbed the paper towel over her lips.
    “Allow me.” He leaned in and brushed his finger over her skin. “Mustard.”
    Oh holy mother of all that is real. This was a gift. Whatever else could it be? Cowboy Adonis sat across from her and just wiped mustard from her mouth. If Jared was a box of crème-filled doughnuts, she’d dive in and eat every last crumb not caring about the calories. But he wasn’t a box of treats. He was a masculine, sexy, dangerous man. And that made him irresistible.
    He polished off his sandwich and she couldn’t take another bite of hers. “My ex-husband was the last man I had sex with.” The words just seemed to dribble freely.
    “I got that idea.”
    “And I did kiss someone earlier today.”
    He leaned in on his elbows. “That’s none of my business.”
    “Not saying it is, but I wanted to share it with you.”
    One corner of his mouth lifted. “It’s no secret Dade has a crush on you. His ears turn red every time you’re in the vicinity.”
    She blinked. “You think I kissed Dade?”
    Jared shrugged. “Dade’s a good guy, but he’s a little wet behind the ears for a woman like you, if you know what I mean.” He pulled on his goatee, his gaze