READER'S ROCK LIFESTYLE MAGAZINE VOL 2 ISSUE 4 NOVEMBER 2014 Vol. 1 Issue 8 Feb. 2014 | Page 50

Laney's heart sped up in her chest. She stood so close to Tyler, the heat coming off of him seeped right through her clothes. With a shaky hand, she reached for the saddle horn, and lifted her left foot into the stirrup. Tyler's hands were instantly at her waist, and a delicious chill raced up her spine at his firm yet gentle touch. He lifted her up, and she fumbled to swing her leg over the saddle, her skirts fluttering everywhere. The bulky material bunched around her legs as she tried to find a comfortable position in the saddle. “How do you ride in this thing,” she mumbled in frustration, when the front of her skirt caught on the saddle horn. The hem of the dress pulled up, tightening around her leg. This would be so much easier in pants. She looked down at Tyler, who waited silently for her to find her seat. Would it be inappropriate to ask if she could wear pants to ride? “Some of the rancher's wives ride in split skirts,” he offered. “Perhaps next time we're in town, we can look for some. Or you can sew your own.” “Split skirts?” The idea was about as appealing as the dress she wore. “How about a pair of pants?” The question was out before she had a chance to close her mouth. Tyler stared up at her. She nearly laughed at the incredulous look on his face. “You want to wear britches?” His eyebrows shot up. “You wouldn't have any in my size, would you?” She smiled brightly at him. “Or is that considered too risqué, like what I did the other night?” Tyler's expression changed. He studied her for a minute, his brows deeply furrowed. Laney chewed on her bottom lip. She forced her mouth shut. Part of her wanted to argue that he had no right to tell her what she could and couldn't do or wear, while the other part realized that in this day and age, he had every right. I so need to get out of this century. To her complete surprise, a slow grin spread across Tyler's face. Her mount shifted its feet beneath her. Tyler still stared up at her, his one hand lingering at the back of the saddle. Laney swallowed. Did this guy even realize what effect he had on her with that smile?