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Dylan stayed where she was, watching him. His black cowboy hat sat low on his forehead, and the scruff on his lower jaw and neck made her fingers itch to touch it.
“The last thing you need is a man,” she murmured. “Especially a damn cowboy.”
Alex Reeves might be a law enforcement agent, but she knew he was a true cowboy and it pissed her off because she had sworn off those heartbreakers.
She saw him turn around and head back toward her but kept his eyes on the ground. When he got closer, he raised his head, and their eyes met. Handsome? What a damn understatement. His eyes were very dark brown, and the heat filled her cheeks as they stared into hers. She glanced away from him. She had to, or she’d make a fool out of herself.
“Are you married, Agent Reeves?”What? Why? Why would you ask him that?
“No, ma’am. I’m divorced.”
“Involved with anyone?”Again… what?
He frowned as he stared at her. “No.”
“Children?”
He huffed, and she was sure it was a touchy subject for him.
“No. You?”
“I have a four-year-old daughter.”
“Where is she?”
“With my mother. Why?”
“Just curious. Is that where she was last night?”
“Look, what is this? You’re here about my bull, not my child.”
“You brought it up.”
“I did. I apologize, but leave my daughter out of this.”
“Yes, ma’am. I apologize for that. I’m just covering all the bases.”
“It’s all right. Yes. She spends every other weekend with my mother. In fact, I have to pick her up soon. Happy now?”
“I know you’re upset, but I need to check everything.”
She huffed. “It’s fine. So… now what?”
“I’ll keep looking around and be here tonight. Do you store the sperm straws on the ranch?”
“I do. One barn is specifically for that. There are several liquid nitrogen tanks for that.”
“Okay. The rustlers must not know about that.”
“Why do you say that?”
“Because I’m sure they would have stolen more than just your bull if they thought they could get away with it.” He frowned. “Where were the other bulls when that one was taken?”
“The two youngest were in the north pasture, and the other older bull was in the west pasture.”
“I see.” He shook his head. “If they were just after the bull for his semen, why not just take the straws?”
“They’re harder to get. The barn is locked, and you need a code to get inside. The straws are logged and counted daily. We sell several at a time to cattlemen.”
