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162 DANCING IN THE MOONLIGHT
growing up over at the Cold Creek. He certainly knew
his ranch work.
He worked hard, he knew what he was doing and
today, at least, he kept his mouth shut. He would have
been the perfect employee—if only she could keep
from noticing how well he filled out those blasted
Wranglers!
She glanced at the sky, then wiped her face with the
bandanna from her pocket.
“We’re losing daylight. I can work on this Monday
when Drifty comes back.”
He settled back on his haunches, the last rays of
sunlight shooting strands of gold through his dark hair.
“You dismissing me for the day, boss?”
She shoved her gloves in her pocket and stood,
hoping he didn’t notice she had to leverage herself up
using the line wheel.
“Yeah. I think we’re both beat.” She paused. “Uh,
thank you for your help today. We got a lot done.”
He stood, looking pleased at her words. “You’re welcome.”
He studied her intently in the fading sunlight, and she
could feel herself flush under his scrutiny.
“So would you agree I have kept our bargain all day?
No nagging, no harassing, no badgering you to take it
easy, right?”
She made a face. “I suppose, though a few times
there it looked like your head was going to explode
with the effort it was taking to keep your mouth shut.”
“But I did, didn’t I? I didn’t say a word, so that means
you agree to let me take you somewhere tomorrow