Her daddy owned the store, and she seemed to consider it her personal cowboy smorgasbord. The look in her eyes made him worry she’d rub up against him like a cat, or knock him down and throw herself on him like a dog rolling in scent.She leaned closer, reading the notice and whispering the words to herself. When she was done, she stood back with a smirk on her face.“So she’s got you running her errands now?”He could tell from her tone there was talk around town about him and his new boss. Wynott was full of rampant traditionalists, and he was sure the fact that he took orders from a woman probably emasculated him in the eyes of women like RaeLynn.So why was she fluttering her lashes at him? Matter of fact, how did she even manage to do it? With all the lumpy mascara and sparkly shadow weighing down her eyelids, he was surprised she could even blink.“Nobody that comes in here is gonna call her,” she said. “Ranchers don’t fuss over dogs and cats like that.”He’d had the same thought and couldn’t help chuckling.
