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with about
thirty-eight miles to go.

 
    Shit.

 
    Falcon was
looking a little lathered and I had worked up a quite a lather myself by the
time I noticed the cloud of dust on the lonely road that bordered Brock Ranch.

 
    "Oh right,
the photographer," I said out loud.

 
    Falcon whinnied.

 
    "You
couldn't have reminded me?" I chastised him. He looked down to the ground
and refused to meet my eye, like he felt ashamed of himself.   I had to chuckle. "Well, if she
wants to get a real feel for Brock Ranch, then let her sit tight while I get
this done. I'm on a tight timetable here."

 
    I went back to
repairing my fence.

 

 
 
    Chapter Five

 
    Monique

 
 
 
    "That's him,
Miss Williams," the driver drawled. "You want me to leave you off
here?"

 
    "Here?"
This was the middle of nowhere. No house in sight, just a bunch of scrub brush
and brown hills. Everything was shades of brown; sepia, umbers, siennas...the
only thing that broke up the monotony of brown was the brilliantly blue sky
above us and the golden tanned skin of the man working along the side of the
road.

 
    I squinted
through the tinted windows at him and bit my lip without meaning to.

 
    A man in a cowboy
hat and jeans was squatting by a fence rail, a piece of nail poking from the
corner of his mouth. He looked like some sort of cowboy fetish illustration
come to life - completely shirtless and I'll be damned if his torso wasn't
glistening in the harsh sunlight. He was all tanned and toned and looked like
he knew how to swing a hammer, which he did just then with enough force to make
me jump.

 
    He didn't even
look up to acknowledge us. "You sure about that?" I asked the driver,
squinting. "That guy doesn't look like he's expecting anyone."

 
    "Dead sure,
Miss Williams." The driver sounded like he was about to faint with
excitement. "You're looking at Tanner Brock's biggest fan right here. I've
been to twenty-one of his shows. I took this past March off and traveled around
following Tanner's bus from show to show...."

 
    "Yes, okay
thank you," I cut him off. "I guess if you could let me out for a
sec, I'll go see what he wants us to do." I sighed as I pushed the door
open and stepped into the blazing Texas heat.

 
    Tanner still
didn't look up, even though he was clearly showing off for me. Why else would
he be shirtless? His gleaming abs looking like something I could only achieve
after three hours with Photoshop.

 
    I wished I could
stop staring at him. He clearly didn't need the ego boost, not with this little
performance he was putting on for my benefit. He wanted me to see him, and admire
him, and I was falling right into his little trap. It was pathetic the way I
was already undressing him in my mind. He looked so good, I could almost ignore
the scent of manure wafting through the air.

 
    Not manure , I remind myself. Bullshit. Get a grip, Mo.

 
    "Mr.
Brock!" I sang out with a smile. I put on my bright, professional,
get-shit-done face and stepped forward.

 
    My heel sank
right down into the muddy dirt road.

 
    He grunted like a
caveman, then set another nail, still supremely disinterested in acknowledging
my presence . Fine, whatever, asshole. I tried to surreptitiously dislodge my shoe, but only succeeded in stepping
backward into deeper mud. The muck absorbed my heel with a disgusting squelching
sound and I was suddenly immobilized. So much for getting out of here without
mud on my shoes…

 
    Tanner swung the
hammer with easy strength, and the clang of the driven nail made my hair stand
on end. I blinked, wondering just how much longer he was going to make me wait
here. He couldn't ignore me for the rest of the day, could he?

 
    I'll be damned if this asshole thinks he can
intimidate me....

 
    My anger was
rising in direct proportion to how hot it was, which meant any moment I was
going to start bawling him out.

 
    Just as I was
ready to unleash my legendary temper, he took off his