That’s all God asks of us.”Jackson tried to smile, but his heart was tangled in too many knots. Gay sex “Damn fool,” he muttered, slamming the door open, boots hitting the ground. You sure he’s single, Daisy?”Jackson groaned low. Something he could carry. “You’re right about that.””Then say yes. Don’t dance around it.”Blake didn’t answer right away. His hair flew wild behind him, shirt clinging to his back, damp with sweat, with need, with the fire that had nowhere else to go.And then the rodeo grounds rose up out of the dark, quiet now but for the creak of gates and the soft nicker of horses. You sure he’s single, Daisy?”Jackson groaned low. “You expectin’ me to believe you tripped and your face landed on somebody’s fist?”Weston shrugged. He didn’t look up. But all that left his mouth was a soft, helpless sound that made Blake smile against his ear.”Say somethin’, pretty boy,” Blake urged, his lips brushing Jackson’s earlobe. It left the room feelin’ hollow. I ain’t too proud, but I’d rather not embarrass myself in front of the Rusty Spur’s finest.”Blake lifted his gaze, caught in her charm, her warmth, that unshakable Daisy spirit.
