“I want that,” Essie said on a sigh.

“What? An ornery baby like Evie?” Kendra asked, smiling with pride.

“Someday, yes.” Essie watched the men disappear from the kitchen where her friend sat at the table in a bay window. “What I meant, though, is sex-in-boots, like your cowboys.”

Kendra chuckled. “Cowboys aren’t your type. But, yeah, they are darn sexy. Mine, all mine.” Her eyes sparkled with pleasure.

Essie felt a stronger twinge of envy, but her friend was right. Other than Shane and Carson, cowboys didn’t appeal to her. She preferred businessmen. Something about a suit on a man did it for her. Lately, the men she’d dated, even those in well-tailored suits, left her cold. So maybe a cowboy….

“I want a stud muffin. A man who can show me some serious fire in bed,” she admitted, trying not to remember the last time a man brought her close to an orgasm. She took care of that on her own, after the man left, or after she went home. But she dreamed of it.

Kendra gaped at her. “Stud muffin? Fire in bed?”

She puffed up with indignation. “I’m tired of men who don’t have even a hint of a wild side. Missionary sex done at record speed—”

“Whoa! What have you done with my ultra-conservative, easily embarrassed friend?” Kendra hesitated, her brow pinched in curiosity. “We’ve never talked about S-E-X before.”

Essie snorted. “Well, it’s personal stuff. But I’m frustrated, way beyond it.”

Once more, she thought back to the man she’d dated the last couple of years, and the one before him. Her father had thrown both men at her, trying to guide her to the “right” possible husband. Neither were “keepers,” in her opinion. Although Trevon seemed to have potential…until he didn’t. She’d tolerated Daniel for too long and ended things with the lawyer last week. Tomorrow, she planned to tell her parents to back off. From now on, she would find men who actually suited her. That conversation wouldn’t be pleasant.