Falling For A Cowboy (NOW ON GALATEA)

Chapter 2- Jesse ( EDITED )

I wasn't happy when my sister, Amanda Jean, pulled me to the floor to square dance—a type of dance I've despised since grade school. Then, while we argued about it, I noticed a long blonde-haired woman walking alongside Jack, heading toward us out of the corner of my eye. I looked away from my sister, and over at the woman Jack proudly showed off. To be sure, who I saw with Jack wasn't the beer talking. I blinked a few times.

Yep, the beautiful woman hanging out with the little weasel wasn't a part of my imagination or caused by the beer; she was real. And because of her exquisite beauty, I wondered how in the hell he, of all people, managed to score a woman like her. She must not be from around here because if she were, there's no way she'd hang out with him if she knew what kind of person he was.

With my eyes on her long slim legs, I poked my sister in the side as I leaned to her ear, asking, "Who the hell is that woman with Jack?"

She looked at Jack and the unknown woman, then shrugged her shoulders. "I have no idea. I've never seen her before. Maybe she's a cousin or something?"

Huh...

"If that's the case, I feel sorry for her," I said, still checking out the beautiful, thin-framed, busty woman. Then, when my eyes made their way back up to her face, my ticker picked up speed after being caught checking her out from head to toe—by her. Then, my heart stopped beating, and I quickly looked away when her mouth curved into a beautiful smile.

I don't know why I was ogling and lusting over her the way I was. After telling myself and others for the past five years that I was done with women, the last thing I wanted and needed was another woman coming into my life and ripping my ticker into a million pieces. Only one person deserves my entire heart, and that's Maverick.

Even though I wasn't here to lust on women, my eyes still insisted on focusing on her, and I had to laugh after seeing she had no clue on how to dance and how she was dancing like a drunk trying to figure out if they had two feet.

"Switch partners," the guy with the microphone ordered. And when I turned around, the blonde beauty landed in my arms. Our eyes immediately locked, and her bright emerald green-colored eyes instantly mesmerized me. Her angelic face and how she looked similar to one of my favorite singers caused my ticker to flutter and my stomach to flip-flop.

Damn...

I had no idea how long we were staring into the eyes of each other and that we weren't moving until someone ran into my backside. Finally, I said, "Start moving before we get knocked over by the other couples dancing." She still didn't move, so I leaned closer to her flushed face with an arched brow and said, "Howdy... I said start dancing."

Her face quickly turned different colors. First, it turned a crimson red, then pale, and then she dropped to the ground like her batteries had gone dead.

Holy shit! What did I say?

Shocked by what had just happened, I quickly lowered to ensure she was alright, "Miss? Are you okay?" I asked, offering her my hand to help her stand.

She looked embarrassed by her fall, and when she saw others coming to her aid, she pushed herself up instead of taking my hand. "Yes, I'm alright, thanks," she said, avoiding looking at me while wiping hay and dirt off her clothes.

"What happened?" I asked.

"I have no idea," she said, looking mortified that everyone was standing and staring at her.

Now I know she isn't from around here after hearing her accent. I looked at Amanda Jean and pointed at the tables, letting her know I was walking the woman over to them. I walked her over, then had her sit. "Stay here; I'm going to get you a glass of water."