The Discreet Cowboy (Cowboys of Nirvana Book 6) Read Online Free

gone. Disappointment slithered through her. She skimmed the line of trees and the fence where the horses were grazing, further in the distance where a group of deer munched on foliage along the edge of the brush. She hooded her eyes with her hand to protect them from the sun, which made everything appear blurred, as she looked toward the road. She caught a tiny glimpse of him riding away. Her stomach twisted as her core tingled.
    Did he think she was completely out of control?
    It didn’t matter what he thought.
    Yeah, it sort of did. Ridiculous.
    “The secret to getting rid of the cowboy was to strip naked.” She wasn’t sure why that bothered her. Wasn’t that what she wanted?

CHAPTER THREE
     
     
     
    NEKKID. SPURRED. AND FUCKED, all at the same time!
    Dade Jarrett swore when he got his hands on the spoiled, obnoxious Felicia, he was going to drag her over his knee and teach her a valuable lesson. Don’t piss off a cowboy. Boss’ sister or not! He’d had about enough of being her babysitter.
    A blast of cold air shot through the vent and into the small room, making his balls shrivel to the size of a chipmunk’s gonads. This wouldn’t do at all. Grabbing the thin sheet from the table, he wrapped it around his hips. “Shit!” It was the size of a baby’s blanket, barely covering the important stuff. Oh yeah…he couldn’t wait to come face to face with the woman who’d been nothing but a pain in the ass for the last two days.
    He tried the handle to the door again, sending positive vibes, hoping that it would open. No such luck.
    How the hell was he in this predicament in the first place? Bigger question, how had she snuck into the building without him being aware? Was she part ninja? Sure, he’d taken a short nap after Susie had finished with his massage, like he did most times, but woke up with a big surprise. All of his clothes were gone and he was locked in. How had Felicia stolen his clothes, then managed to close the door and lock it? Damn. He was a little embarrassed.
    His gaze fell on the piece of paper that she’d slipped under the door for him to find. He read it for the second time…
     
    “Aren’t you a little too old to be following a girl around like a stalker? Enjoy a break on me. You can thank me later.”
     
    Oh, he bet she thought she was real clever.
    His gut twisted and he dropped the note to the planked floor, stomping it under his bare foot. He wasn’t a stalker! Just because he was following her…watching her… oh sheesh . Well, he wasn’t doing it because he wanted to. He growled deep in his chest and stared at his toes. She even took his boots. Damn complicated woman! How the hell did she even know that he’d been watching her? He thought he’d been pretty ninja-like himself. He chuckled. Who was he kidding? He was piss-poor at keeping an eye on himself, let alone another human being. He sniffed loudly and tightened the sheet around his hips. Thank God she left the cane and his hat, which he now smashed down on his head.
    Pacing the small space, he debated his next move. He couldn’t stay holed up in the room until Susie’s next appointment. Somewhere in the haze of enjoying his massage, he thought he remembered her saying that she didn’t have another client until tomorrow morning.
    No, he couldn’t stay here. He’d go plum crazy.
    Irritated and ready to send his fist through the wall, he instead took a deep breath and went to the door, pounding hard. Again and again…and again. No one came to his rescue, and he doubted they would. Guessing that it was after nine, everyone was out of the building for the night. He could call someone, but he’d forgotten his cell back at his cabin. There wasn’t much reason to carry it around with him at Nirvana. Hell, he didn’t even have his radio. Now that sucked. He rubbed the bridge of his nose and came to the conclusion that he’d have to do what a cowboy must.
    Taking a step back, he balanced himself, which was the hardest