Even a West Texas tumbleweed-humper would have cottoned on eventually,” the unseen man said with a pronounced Texas twang.The thin blond turned slightly so he faced the other speaker. “It worked for two days, and that’s twenty-four hours longer than I thought it would.”Rachel moved a silent step to her right to keep herself out of the man’s line of sight.“Only because that Chuma guy seriously underestimates what a woman is capable of doing. My granny woulda had his guts for garters afore he knew what hit him.”The blond shrugged, his face cracking into a smile. “No doubt, if she was anything like you. But I don’t mind that Chuma’s sexism worked in our favor.”“That it did.” The other man, a big guy with shoulder-length brown hair, moved into her view, his hand reaching out as if he was going to touch the blond.The blond tensed and shifted so the hand did not connect with his face, his smile slipping. But there was warmth in his indigo eyes she had a feeling he didn’t know was there.The over-muscled body of the other man jerked, and a look of pain tightened his features before the corner of his lips tilted slightly.
