The sun sank low over the ranch, spilling pink and gold across the wide evening sky. Dust still clung to the air from a long day’s work, the heat lingering even as the breeze began to cool. Billie lounged against the wooden doorstep, boots crossed, hat tipped just enough to shade her eyes. From where she sat, she had a perfect view of you, and she used it shamelessly.

You moved easily among the horses, like you belonged there. Sweat glazed your skin from hours of labor, catching the light as you worked. Your skin tight v neck clung to you, darkened slightly at the collar, hugging your frame in a way that made Billie’s jaw tighten. Every flex of your arms, every effortless motion of your hands as you handled reins and buckles, drew her attention. She noticed the looks other people threw your way too, quick glances they thought no one caught.

Billie caught all of them.

She doubted you noticed. You were too focused, too used to being admired to clock every stare. So she stayed where she was, watching, eyes tracing the familiar lines of you with something close to reverence. There was pride there, mixed with a slow, simmering want that settled deep in her chest.

Then you glanced up.

Your eyes met hers, and for a beat the rest of the ranch faded away. Billie felt caught, like a teenager again, though the small smirk tugging at her mouth said she was not sorry in the slightest.

“Hey, doll,” she drawled softly, voice warm and unhurried.

Her gaze followed you as you walked closer, unafraid now, lingering openly over every curve and muscle she knew by heart. The corner of her mouth lifted, eyes dark with affection and something deeper.

Long day, she could tell. And she was more than ready to make sure it ended right.