Ready For The Rancher. Zuri Day

vibe. I’m not sure I can take care of that.”

      “But you could try.” He reached for Ryan’s hand. It was soft and delicate, engulfed in his much larger one. Her nails were manicured and squared. She wore no rings. “Yes, I think you should try. These feel like magic hands.”

      “They’re healing hands,” Ryan corrected, slowly pulling her hand out of his while looking in his eyes.

      It was as though Adam felt every cell on her delicate skin. He wanted the time to touch more of it, all of it, everywhere. “For someone who’s sick, healing is magical. And I get the feeling that for any number of ailments that I might encounter, your...magic...could be the cure.”

      The teasing continued, flirting increased and lust heightened through six incredible courses. Just as they finished up a decadent concoction of sweetness that gave dates, coconut, gelato and cacao nibs new meaning, Adam checked his watch. The timing was perfect. The show was set to begin in the Jewel, a two-thousand-seat state-of-the-art arena named for Adam’s grandmother. Between the two of them a bottle of Krug had disappeared. Alcohol always stirred Adam’s libido and it appeared to stoke Ryan’s fire as well.

      The arm that held Ryan’s slid to her waist as they neared the elevator. She wasn’t petite exactly, and her body felt toned, but her five foot five was overshadowed by his six foot two, even with her sexy stilettos. He felt protective and probably wouldn’t have been able to keep his hands off her even if he hadn’t remembered her aversion to the fast-moving car.

      “Are you ready for magic?” he asked as they descended.

      She turned to him, her eyes sincere. “I thought it had already begun.”

      Adam squeezed her waist gently and then dropped his hand. It wasn’t Ryan’s fault that she’d lit him up like a match soaked in gasoline. His body was burning with desire. He hoped in time the enchanter beside him could help douse the flame.