Her Cowboy Groom. Trish Milburn

is why you need to go have some fun, because I’d lay good money down that Michael isn’t having fun right now.”

      The evil gleam in Owen’s eyes nearly made her laugh. It was amazing how many times he’d given her a light moment throughout the week, something she would have thought impossible when she’d driven out of Dallas with her world shattered.

      “Fine, I’ll go. But I’m not promising you won’t regret it later.”

      “Fair enough, but you’ll be with me. You’re guaranteed to have a good time.”

      “Oh, get out,” she said as she stood. “And take your enormous ego with you.”

      His grin widened as he slipped out the door. She closed it behind him and shook her head. But she found herself smiling at the idea of spending the night out while Michael was miserable. At least she hoped he was.

      She turned and headed for her bag to look for something appropriate to wear. She might not really be Owen Brody’s date, but damn if she wasn’t going to take advantage of his infectious thirst for a good time. And if she happened to appreciate how he looked in his jeans, well, nobody had to know but her. After all, she’d be back home soon, back to her real life that didn’t include rodeos or cowboys in tight jeans. She glanced toward the door where Owen had stood a few moments before and wondered if she would have been better off falling for someone like him than for the man she’d thought was perfect for her.