Dalton
He shook his head. City women, always in a hurry, always with so much to do. And why on Earth would she wear high heels to a horse ranch? Not to mention designer clothing and a pound of makeup on her face. She’d sure be pretty if she weren’t so made-up. “You’re more than welcome to leave her here and go do what you gotta do. I’m happy to watch her and call you when the deed’s done. I’m sure a woman like you’s got better things to do than sit around on a horse ranch.” He didn’t hide the annoyance in his voice.
She shook her head. “No, I promised …” Her cheeks flamed pink. “I’m supposed to stay. So …”
His forehead creased and his eyes studied her face. What was going on? Promised – promised who? She was hiding something, or at the very least not telling him the entire story.
She shifted uncomfortably and crossed her arms. “What do you mean, a woman like me?”
“You know.” He waved toward her. “Dressed up, made up, perfume, the whole nine yards.”
Her eyes narrowed. “You’ve got me all figured out, I see.”
He laughed and adjusted his hat. “Lady, I read you the moment you stepped out of the truck.”
Her eyes flashed and her nostrils flared. “Well, ditto to you. I’ve known men like you. You just think you’re so special that no woman could possibly resist your charms. Well, I’ve got news for you – you aren’t God’s gift to women, even with that dimpled smile of yours.”