I’m too much of a chicken to go up to one of the gorgeous studs surrounding me, but I can still appreciate the tempting view.
Very. Nice.
From the corner of my eye, I catch sight of a large pair of boots. My eyes brush up the length of the man’s body, taking in the definition of his thickmuscular legs through his well-defined black jeans—Wranglers, I’m sure.
My gaze travels up and up before I fix my eyes on his… crotch.
God, does he look good in those.Real good.
I continue my inspection.
He’s wearing a black shirt that stretches across his powerful chest. A few buttons are undone, allowing for a peek of his chest.
Mmm.
Then, I meet his gaze.
Whoa.
It can’t be possible.
It must be a guy who looks exactly like him.
I blink a few times to make sure I’m not seeing things.
Nope. I’m not.
It’s really him. Six-foot-however-many-inches of sexy goodness.
It’s hard to forget his chiseled jaw and defined cheekbones. And those stunning eyes…
I don’t even know the guy. I shouldn’t be this turned on. And, if my fluttering pussy is any indication… I’m most definitely turned on.
What’s wrong with me?
He’s a complete stranger—a sexy as sin stranger—but a stranger, nonetheless.
Holy Jesus.
Wait a minute. What is he doing here?
“Is he the one you were drooling all over before leaving for Fort Worth?” Miranda’s voice startles me.
What did she say?“Sorry?”
“You’re practically eye-fucking Mr. Hot, Broody, and Delicious over there. Is he the one you were drooling all over before leaving for Fort Worth?”
I blush. “You remember that conversation?”
“I remember the expression on your face… the same one you have right now. Are you going to fess up?”
“It’s— I— Well—” What’s the point of denying it? I’m already busted. “That’s him.” I’d recognize those eyes anywhere.
“His name is Rhett.”
“You know him?” I’m so stunned, I nearly choke on my words.
“He started at the ranch on Monday.”
