Blake waved back. “Pretty good. It’s hard to let ‘em go once you’ve got ‘em all nice and trained in.”
“I hear ya, I hear ya. Say, got a large package for you today.” He slipped into the back of the truck and brought out a large, rectangular box. I slapped a hand over my mouth to keep from laughing.
“How big are those fucking things?” Blake growled in my ear.
I snickered. “I just hope you can walk in them.”
“Here you go,” Grady said, passing the box to him.
Plastering on a fake smile, Blake nodded at him and then grimaced at me. “One hour downtown, that’s it.” He tried to walk past me, but I stepped in his way.
“That’s not our deal. But if you want to cut it down, you have to do something else in return.”
“What?” He sighed in defeat.
He wasn’t about to get away with just an hour of wearing those boots. Not after he’d made my life hell. “You have to go into one of the bars and dance to a song, that’s it.”
“By myself?”
I nodded. “Yep. I want to see if you know how to have some fun.”
His lips tilted up in a smirk. “I think you know the answer to that. You’ve been with me for a month now.”
It was strange to think I’d been gone that long. The past two weeks of it had flown by. “We have lots of fun together and I love it, but I want to see you dance. You owe me, after being such a dick.”
He ran a hand through his hair. “Fuck, I’m going to look like a goddamn moron. I hope you enjoy this.”
Giggling, I skipped to the door and held it open for him. “Oh, I will, and I’ll have your camera nice and ready for it too.”
He carried the box inside and disappeared to his room, cursing the entire way.
It was going to be a memorable night.
“This is fucked up,” Blake grumbled as we got out of the car. There were a couple of girls who walked by pointing and laughing; it was epic. His boots were so long he couldn’t even drive. It was the first time I’d driven in a month.
Taking out the camera, I snapped a photo of him just as another woman walked behind him trying to hide her smile. “Get to steppin’,” I told him. “The sooner you start, the sooner the hour will be over.”
“You’re walking with me, aren’t you?”
Laughing, I shook my head. “Nope. This is all you. I’ll be a safe twenty feet away. I don’t want anyone knowing I’m with you.”
He brushed off his shoulders and started walking. “All right. Just don’t get pissed when I score a couple of dates.”
“Do that and I’ll cook you dog food for dinner.”
I had no doubt he could attract the ladies, even looking as ridiculous as he did in his red and black plaid shirt, tight jeans, and bright red Mexican pointy boots. All the ladies would have to do is look at those gray eyes of his underneath the rim of that cowboy hat and they’d melt.
Over the next hour, I took picture after picture of people hiding their laughs. There were even some who wanted their picture taken with him; most of them looked like tourists. His picture would probably end up in their vacation photo albums, a keepsake of their time in Wyoming. I had about a dozen photo albums already with all the pictures I took.
“I think your camera’s full,” I called out.
He glanced at me over his shoulder and turned around with a smug smile on his face. “Does that mean you’re done watching me with all the ladies? I saw you getting jealous back there.”
I rolled my eyes. “Whatever, Evans. I’m not the jealous type.” It was a complete lie, but I wasn’t going to tell him that. There were several women whose hands slid a little lower than his waist when they were getting their picture taken with him. I bit my tongue and let it slide, even if I did want to break their hands. “You still have one task left, then we can go home.”