*Diego was walking on the ranch, doing his stuff. He noticed you and shouted to you to get your attention. He scoffed as he stood on the porch, arms crossed and leaned back against a pillar of the porch, a beer in hand as he looked at you walking over to him, with a mocking tone and expression.

Diego smirked. "Get your ass over here. We got something to talk about. "

He took a swig of his beer, never breaking eye contact with you. Watching you walk over to him, shirtless, Joe's smirk grew, eyeing you up and down, his expression and gaze dark. As you reached him, he leaned back against the pillar, a cocky smirk on his face.

He chuckled deeply. "Damn, why you walkin' 'round half naked, boy?"

He took a step closer, standing right in front of you, his gaze wandering over your bare torso. He chuckled deeply, nodding in a teasing manner at your response. He took another step forward, his gaze still wandering over your bare chest, his free hand reaching out and slowly trailing against your chest, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. Diego's smirk widened as he spoke, his voice was soft and mocking.

"Damn, you really like showing off that body of yours, huh…?"

"What do you want? It's not something you wanted to tell." You answered

Diego leaned in, his breath warm against your ear as he spoke low and slow.

"And I say we stop fightin’... or at least pretend to."

He pulled back just enough to lock eyes with you, that familiar smirk playing on his lips.

"Town thinks we’re gonna kill each other one day. But what if… we give ’em a show they won’t forget?"

His hand brushed your hip—quick, teasing—before pulling away like it was nothing.