Free Promises to a Stallion (Kimani Romance) by Deborah Fletcher Mello Page A

you back to the ranch, and this is going to be the last time you ride shotgun with me.”
    Travis shrugged, a broad grin pulling at his lips. “If you say so,” he said, his grin widening further as he looked around. “I’ll just be over here,” he said, moving in the opposite direction. Tierra headed to the sales counter with the last of her returns, a sexy negligee that would have been a part of her honeymoon trousseau.
    Minutes later as she stood waiting for the salesclerk to refund her credit card, Travis moved to her side with a La Perla push-up bra and matching thong.
    “Now, this would be hot on you!” he exclaimed excitedly.
    Eyeing the delicate lace and dotted stretch tulle garment, Tierra didn’t know whether to blush or drop down into a hole in the floor from embarrassment. She couldn’t believe the man’s gall.
    “Have you completely lost your mind?” Tierra hissed, reaching for the garment that Travis was waving about so brazenly.
    Travis beamed, his eyes narrowing with devilment, as he snatched it out of her reach. “Seeing you in this might make me lose my mind.”
    “You are never going to see me in that, Travis. Never.” Tierra turned her back to the man, strumming her fingers impatiently against the counter.
    “It’s a size 34-A. It looked like it would be the right size for you,” he teased, twirling the garment’s hanger in midair. “But you can try it on if you want.”
    Tierra was ready to scream, and just as she was about to say so, the salesclerk returned with her credit slip in hand.
    “We’re sorry that didn’t work out for you, Ms. Braddy. Is there anything else we can assist you with today?”
    “Yes,” Travis interjected. “I would like to buy this set,” he said, pushing the bra and thong in the woman’s direction. “And is black the only color it comes in?”
    “This particular style is only in black, sir, but we have a similar set by Chantelle that comes in a wonderful shade of red.”
    Travis nodded excitedly. “Now that’s what I’m talkin’ ’bout!” Travis exclaimed. “We’ll take a set of those, as well. A size 34-A, please.”
    “I’ll ring those right up for you, sir!”
    Travis winked at the woman as he tossed his own credit card down on the counter.
    As the woman walked away, Tierra leaned forward to whisper in Travis’s ear. “Looks like you’re the one who’s going to have to return junk he didn’t need to buy,” she hissed.
    She moved toward the store’s entrance. “And, for the record, I take a B-cup!” she whispered loudly, tossing him a heated look over her shoulder.

Chapter 9
     
    T ierra was still seething as she sat in the car waiting for Travis to return. When the man finally appeared, that stupid grin still plastered on his face, it took everything she had to contain herself.
    Travis opened the car’s rear passenger door, depositing his Saks Fifth Avenue bag onto the seat. As Tierra started the engine, she was tempted to hit the gas and leave him standing there looking stupid. As he slid into the seat beside her, still smiling widely, she snarled.
    “You absolutely infuriate me,” she said, cutting her eye at him as she pulled out of the parking spot.
    “That’s because you like me,” Travis said nonchalantly. “You remember what it was like in grade school when a boy had a crush on you and he’d give you a hard time or you’d give the boy a hard time? You two liked each other but you didn’t want to show it.”
    “You don’t have a clue what you’re talking about,” Tierra said as she gunned the engine down the highway.
    “I know more than you think,” Travis said casually.
    Silence filled the space between them. Just as Tierra motioned to turn on the radio to take some of the awkward quiet away, Travis stopped her, his hand tapping gently against the back of hers.
    “Tell me about you and Damien,” he said, turning in his seat to stare at her.
    “I really don’t want to talk about him.”
    “Do it