Six
Maisey Yates
“If you take me to the auction as your date, you’ll win your bet.”
“It violates the spirit of it.”
“It doesn’t have to,” Chase insisted. “Anyway, by the time I’m through with you, you’ll be able to get any date you want.”
She blinked. “Are you … are you Henry Higgins-ing me?”
He only had a vague knowledge of the old movie My Fair Lady, but he was pretty sure that was the reference. A man who took a grubby flower girl and turned her into the talk of the town.
“Yes,” he said finally. “Yes, I am. Take me up on this, Anna Brown, and I will turn you into a woman.”
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Take Me, Cowboy is part of the Copper Ridge series from USA TODAY bestselling author Maisey Yates
To Nicole Helm, for your friendship, profane texts and love of farm animals in sweaters. My life would be boring without you.
When Anna Brown walked into Ace’s bar, she was contemplating whether or not she could get away with murdering her older brothers.
That’s really nice that the invitation includes a plus one. You know you can’t bring your socket wrench.
She wanted to punch Daniel in his smug face for that one. She had been flattered when she’d received her invitation to the community charity event that the West family hosted every year. A lot less so when Daniel and Mark had gotten ahold of it and decided it was the funniest thing in the world to imagine her trying to get a date to the coveted fund-raiser.
Because apparently the idea of her having a date at all was the pinnacle of comedic genius.
I can get a date, jackasses.
You want to make a bet?
Sure. It’s your money.
That exchange had seemed both enraging and empowering about an hour ago. Now she was feeling both humiliated and a little bit uncertain. The fact that she had bet on her dating prowess was...well, embarrassing didn’t even begin to describe it. But on top of that, she was a little concerned that she had no prowess to speak of.
It had been longer than she wanted to admit since she’d actually had a date. In fact, it was entirely possible that she had never technically been on one. That quick roll in the literal hay with Corbin Martin hadn’t exactly been a date per se.
And it hadn’t led to anything, either. Since she had done a wonderful job of smashing his ego with a hammer the next day at school when she’d told her best friend, Chase, about Corbin’s...limitations.
Yeah, her sexual debut had also been the final curtain.
But if men weren’t such whiny babies, maybe that wouldn’t have been the case. Also, maybe if Corbin had been able to prove to her that sex was worth the trouble, she would view it differently.
But he hadn’t. So she didn’t.
And now she needed a date.
She
