Cowboy Casanova (Rough Riders #12)(55)

She gave him a questioning stare. “Dinner? Where?”


“Without adding more fuel to the infamous McKay fire, we’d better stick to my place,

because wherever we go in Sundance or Moorcroft, chances are high we’ll run into one

of my family members. I’m not sure the new businesswoman in town wants to be

associated with a McKay.” When more suspicion flared in her hazel eyes, he realized he

’d have to take extra care with her, given how they’d met. “No one knows about my

life at the Rawhide Club.”


“You sure?”


“I make sure. I promise. It’s only between us.” He leaned closer. “Have dinner with

me tonight, Ainsley. It’ll just be us talkin’. That’s all.”


“None of that tying me up and spanking sex stuff?”


Was there disappointment in that snappy answer? “If that’s the way you want it.” Ben

tried hard to reconcile this polished, professional woman with the submissive he’d had

beneath his hands only two days ago.


“You can cook?”


“I’m a bachelor. Be pretty sad commentary on my life if I didn’t know my way around

a kitchen.”


Ainsley smiled again. “Give me your address and I’ll be there after work.”


“It’s fourteen point eight miles south on Bridger Gap Road. Turn left at the cattle

guard. It’s a log house. Can’t miss it.”


Three knocks and Ainsley said, “Come in.”


A tall brunette sashayed into the office. “Public relations from the main Denver

branch called. I told them you’d call them back as soon as you finished with your

client.”


“Thanks, Jenny.”


Ben bit back a groan. The brunette was none other than Jenny Timsdale. Town beauty

queen, hardcore partier and the last-call bar hookup for his cousin Tell. Or his cousin

Dalton. Or both, to hear Dalton brag.


She feigned surprise at seeing him. “Ben McKay. Where have you been hiding yourself? I

haven’t seen you at the Golden Boot, Ziggy’s or the Twin Pines in forever.”


“I’ve been busy.”


“Your cousin Tell hasn’t been too busy to come out and whoop it up with me once in a

while.”


He muttered, “I don’t doubt that.”


Ainsley said, “Jenny, is there anything else you needed?”


“No.”


“Would you be so kind as to ask Bonnie to start the new account process? Mr. McKay

will be right there, as he’s decided to open an account with us.”


“Sure thing, boss.” Jenny flitted out.


Ben couldn’t help but grin. Ainsley was no pushover. But she’d soon learn he wasn’t

either.


“Thanks for the hard sell, Miz Hamilton. I look forward to you meeting my needs.”



“Your banking needs,” she corrected.


“That too,” he murmured. “See you later.”


His week was looking up.


About fifteen minutes after Bennett—Ben—moseyed out of the building after opening a

new checking account, Ainsley called Jenny back into her office.