Thomas Lexington decides that what his small town in Colorado needs is a high end coffeehouse whether they know it or not. Opening day is a hit as all the penny pinchers come out of the woodwork for their free coffee.
He also gets a visit from a gorgeous cowboy named Asher Jones. Asher is intrigued by the name of the shop The Coffee Corral. Since his usual gas station coffee haunt is closed for renovations he decides to give The Coffee Corral a try. There is an immediate attraction between the two of them but Thomas is already out, and Asher isn’t even willing to consider that. It seems as if it will never work out between them, but when fate has something brewing the possibilities are endless.
“Did you assume I was dumb?” Asher asked watching me with narrowed eyes.
“What?” I asked confused.
“I mean when you first saw me, did you think I must not be very bright?” he asked.
I was feeling buzzed now so maybe I didn’t guard my tongue like I should. “I thought you were a mighty fine-looking cowboy. And I guess if I am honest I didn’t expect much in the brain department.”
His expression registered surprise at my candor and he also looked flattered. “I thought you were against people jumping to conclusions.”
I rubbed my eyes and laughed sheepishly. “I guess only other people.”
“Don’t worry. I’m not insulted because I basically thought the same of you.” He laughed. “Until we talked.”
“And then I dazzled you with my intellect?”
“You surprised me,” he admitted. “You had more spunk in you than the average city boy.”
“Spunk? Did you seriously just say I have spunk?” I grinned. “You really have been hanging around the livestock too long.”
His cheeks flushed, and he finished off his drink. “That’s because I like taming things.”
I laughed. “This is getting interesting.” He was definitely flirting with me now, and my stomach was warm with the excitement of it.
He met my gaze and his was smoldering, but then he looked away and swallowed nervously. “You and I come from different worlds.” There was a line between his brows.
“I think we probably have more things in common than you would think.”
“We were both in the rodeo circuit.”
“You like my coffee,” I said trying to figure out why he looked so unhappy all at once. “We will always have that.”
“Yeah, but I can get java anywhere.”
“Nah, you can get hot, brown tasteless water out of a machine on every corner. But what I offer is unique and special.”
He sighed. “I’m inclined to agree.”
“I’m glad to hear it.” Were we even still talking about coffee?
He looked so serious suddenly I felt a little nervous. I glanced at Sal and she and her boy toy were getting along well as far as I could tell. When I checked Asher’s expression again it was still borderline grim.
“Were you going to hang around for the séance?” I asked. “I think it starts any minute.”
He shook his head. “No I seem to have enough trouble communicating with the living.”
“You seem like you’re in a bad mood.” I couldn’t help but comment. “Did I say something to bother you?”
He finished his drink and leaned forward putting his face near to mine. His breathing was slightly elevated with a hint of ale on his warm breath. “You bother me.”
I’m sure my expression registered the shock I was feeling. I was doing my best to hide the surge of lust I felt at his lips so near to mine. “That’s intriguing.”
“I preferred it when I thought we had nothing in common,” he said, his expression flirting with irritation.
“I like things simple,” he said gruffly, sitting back.
“I’m not following.”
“You’re easier to ignore if I’m just a dumb ass cowboy and you’re some wussy city boy.”