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?