“You want it to look like an old western town in Wyoming? How’s that going to go over in Europe?”

“Really well, actually. The whole cowboy thing is kitschy. I think it’ll be a big hit.”

“Sounds good, but what if I want to become a hotel magnate? What if Owl Hoot is so successful, I decide to open a string of them?”

“You’ve got big plans to turn ghost towns all over the west into living museums?”

“You take all the fun out of it.” But he could see his spirited princess still hadn’t recovered from whatever had made her turn the car around and come back. “Okay, so what do you need?”

“Well, I’ll need to do some shopping.”

He whipped keys out of his pocket. “Let’s go.”

“Oh, no. It’s enough that I’m staying here. I’m not going to inconvenience you by having you drive me around.”

“Let me be clear about something. I’m never going to offer something I don’t want to give. I’m not that nice of a guy.” Except with you.

“You just keep telling yourself that, cowboy. Underneath that gruff exterior is a very generous man.”

“I’m a businessman. The more problems I eliminate, the more you can focus on our project. Let’s go.”

Since they’d gotten into the truck, Rosalina had become obsessed with Brodie’s forearm. Tan and muscular, with light brown hair, it led to muscles that bulged and flexed every time his hand moved on the steering wheel.

As she sat primly in her seat, she fought the urge to touch him, to smooth her palm from his thick wrist to the sensitive skin on the inside of his arm, up to the swell of that incredibly powerful biceps. Of course, she didn’t know him well enough to do that, but that was the problem. She wanted to know him that well. She wanted to put her feet up on the dashboard, roll down the windows, and touch him like he was her boyfriend.

She wanted him to throw her a private smile—no words necessary. Just a simple, Happy to be here with you. She wanted his big hand on her thigh giving it a squeeze. Oh, yes. She could imagine him caressing between her legs, his knuckles brushing her knickers.

A sizzle struck the base of her spine, shocking the hell out of her.

God, when had she become so…aware?

Is it because of what Fabi and Marcel said about me? But it only took a moment to reject the idea that her attraction had to do with anything other than chemistry. A healthy, normal, physical reaction to an extremely virile man. It was delicious, and she loved it.

He flicked on his signal and turned into the grocery store’s parking lot.

“Is there really nothing romantic between you and Vanessa?”