Dean said, throwing the hoof pick into the tool kit sitting beside the arena rail. He owed Hope Dixon a lot, loved her a lot, but her request wasn’t even in the same arena as the debt he owed her. He’d rather she ask to peel every inch of his skin off then douse him in alcohol than ask him to be a model. That was his brother’s speed, not his. Dean was curious what went on during those shoots, exactly what his brother had been doing in Dallas while he was gone, so he watched some of the circus they called a photo shoot at the ranch on Saturday. Tina Montgomery and her entourage ran roughshod over those two men who looked as plucked and shaved as any men he’d ever seen. A chill skated down Dean’s spine. Those two weren’t men. They were mannequins in cowboy hats. Tina Montgomery had posed, poked and prodded them until she got them into the position she wanted them, so Hope could take their picture. Sort of like the poseable Toy Story action figures his son had. Well Dean wasn’t an action figure, and he wasn’t a model.
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