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Eyes a man could get lost in.
Eyes thatmadea man want to get lost in.
Something clattered down to the gravel beside my boots, and then her hands were on my forearm. I wasn’t pressing hard. She could still breathe. She just couldn’t get away from me.
That’s exactly where she needed to be.
The fuck away from me.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I hissed, baring my teeth at the beautiful woman.
Chapter Four
Valerie
Gray.
I was surrounded by gray smoke, holding me against the barn with unrelenting strength as it slipped into my throat, choking me.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Smoke asked, his gravelly voice breaking the intoxicating spell of his gray eyes.
A woman could get lost in those eyes.
I wanted to get lost in those eyes.
This was the most gorgeous man that I’d ever seen.
He was big—huge. He was taller than me, and that’s saying something, because I was in heels. From the age of seven, I had been the tallest person in my class, and it remained that way until the second half of senior year when a boy named Donny finally hit his growth spurt.
He had an inch on me.
My piece of shit father was tall. My mother was, too. Just not as tall as me. I ended up in the middle, and I hated it
I had never been with a man who was taller than me.
How pathetic is that?
The men in my life just liked short women. There was nothing wrong with that, but it was hard out here for a tall girl.
“You gonna speak or you just gonna keep starin’?”
I blinked at the tall—huge—man. He had on a black cowboy hat and it looked damn good on him, made his smoke gray eyes stand out. Judging by his dark, short beard, his hair was also dark, maybe black. His skin was tan, evidence of years spent working under the hot son.
His face—God.
His jaw line wasn’t hidden underneath that beard. It was sharp and strong. His nose looked like it had been broken in the past, but it only added to his fierceness. He was in a brown Carhart jacket, and the shirt underneath was a cream color. It was dusty, proof he had been working.
Was he a ranch hand?
“City Girl, I’m fucking talking to you.”
I blinked again, shaking my head. “Hi,” I squeaked.
It was his turn to stare. “This is private property. Get the fuck off it,” he ordered, releasing me. Without another word, he turned and stomped through the side door.
Val? Your job? Remember that?
Shit.
