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“You keep saying that like we ain’t even in Texas. This is my property and I could shoot you where you stand and not a single jury would convict me.”
Of course I have no intention of shooting him. And if I did, it would be, like, a BB gun to the butt for being annoying.
“You ain’t gonna shoot me.”
“And why wouldn’t I?”
“Because you like me.”
Chapter Four
Daniel
I have a feeling I took it too far by telling her that she likes me.
But she does, doesn’t she?
“I don’t like you.”
“OK,” I say.
I watch as she shifts the weight of her petite body from one adorable bare foot to the other.
Then she draws in a deep breath and squares her shoulders.
“If I don’t shoot you, it’s not because you’re hot, it’s because…I have a conscience and your being an asshole is not reason enough to use a firearm.”
I shouldn’t smirk but I can’t help it. “You think I’m hot? Well, that changes things.”
She raises her determined chin. “How?”
“Because you don’t have to like me to think I’m hot. You only have to like the way I look.”
Molly makes a dismissive noise and rolls her eyes. “You’re a piece of work.”
I look down at my abs and run my hand over them. “Yeah…matter of fact, it did take a lot of work to get hot enough for a female to compromise her principles.”
“This ain’t about principles. This is about my livelihood.”
I feel bad for getting her so worked up. But not that bad. She’s damn sexy when her cheeks are flushed.
“I get that. But you won’t have to worry about livelihood if you decide to take the deal.” This is 100 percent true. I’m prepared to make a very generous offer on her property. It doubled when I got a look at her. It tripled when I went home and had to relieve my sorely-neglected, rock-hard cock in the shower because I couldn’t get the image of that sassy mouth out of my head.
“Who are you to tell me what to do with my livelihood?”
I laugh and look around. “Sorry, but it doesn’t look to me like you’re in this for the money, or even know the first thing about making money.”
“Nobody takes in unwanted dogs for the money,” she says.
“You’ll be able to move into a bigger house, a nicer house.”
“Fuck that. This is my MeMaw’s house, and it’s not your business to tell me where to live.”
I sigh. “Look. I didn’t mean for us to have this conversation in the middle of the night.”
“When did you mean for us to have this conversation? Were you planning on taking me out on a date? Getting me drunk before I sign my life over to you?”
My lip twitches when I hear the word “date.”
