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devastatingly hot.
     

Pissed off and bone-ass tired weren’t a good combination.
    Add in the uppity city girl sitting in my truck, and it was a recipe fixing to go bad. My brother’s flirting with her didn’t help either. He couldn’t help himself. He’d put the moves on any girl who walked in his line of sight. I didn’t know why it bothered me so much. She was smart-mouthed and stubborn.
    I got a call at two am telling me there was a break in the fence and one of the cattle was out. When I pulled up to fix it, the cow hadn’t gone far, but the mad woman in my passenger’s seat had been tenderizing the hell out of its rib meat.
    Who in their right mind tried to hit a cow?
    Then she went and told me off like I was a child. All the while standing there in her pretty white top and tighter-than-tight black skirt, which molded perfectly to a very lush ass. She might be sexy as all get up, but she was a city girl. It was written all over her. And city girls didn’t dance with country boys.
    She’d been silent the whole ride back to the ranch. As we pulled in, I tapped my thumbs on the steering wheel. My palms were sweating.
    She’d torn her skirt trying to jump in my truck. She’d also given me the perfect excuse to get a hand on her ass. Only problem with that was the hard-on I’d been sporting. She wasn’t helping any, crossing and uncrossing her legs. My jeans were cutting off the circulation to the bottom half of my body, making the ride home more than uncomfortable.
    I put the truck in park and jumped down. The woman made me lose all my manners. I didn’t introduce myself to start with, mostly because I was taken aback by the comical situation I’d stumbled upon. It wasn’t every day you pulled up to find a smoking hot chick going Mike Tyson on a cow. I realized, as I watched her climb down to the ground, I hadn’t opened her door, another rude thing I’d done, but I was tired and she was making me lose my bearings. If Gran got a load of me being a prick, she’d surely slap me upside the head. I shook my head and readjusted the crotch of my jeans before stepping out from beside the truck. With a curt nod, I directed her toward the house.
    “You live here?” she asked, shock written all over her face.
    Typical.
    City girls always thought we were hicks, living in trailers or rundown old shacks.
    “Yes, ma’am. Gran and Pops are sleepin’, so I’ll take you up and get you settled.” Casting a look around, I questioned, “You don’t have any other bags?”
    I noticed when she had gotten her stuff from the car that she only had one snotty looking bag and nothing else. The damn thing looked like it could hold a newborn calf; it was that big, but it appeared to be fairly empty.
    Blushing, she looked past me and bit her pretty pink lip. “Oh, no. I—I left in a bit of a hurry. I’ll just pick some things up in town tomorrow. If I can use the phone, I’ll call a cab.”
    I burst out laughing at that. “Darlin’, catchin’ a cab’s gonna cost ya a fortune. I’ll have one of the boys take ya in.” Her chin lifted up as it occurred to me she probably didn’t give a good goddamn what it cost to get outta here.
    “Thank you. That’s very kind.”
    I bit the inside of my mouth so I didn’t go making it worse by laughing at her snobby little attitude. Clearing my throat, I pulled my hat off and dusted it across my jeans. Stomping my boots, I stepped through the door as I ran my hand through my hair. ”Guest room’s up stairs. I’ll show you the way, and then you’ll have to s’cuse me. I’ve gotta be up in a few hours.”
    Toeing my boots off, I hung my hat up and watched her eyes go wide, darting around the room; her mouth dropped open a little before she composed herself and stood tall again. I turned, hiding the smirk on my face as I lead her up the stairs and opened the door gesturing inside. “You’ll find extra blankets in the closet. Wouldn’t think you’ll need ‘em