He remembered her now. A dark-haired virago who’d stared at him all the time as if he were the answer to everything. Did she still think that? So far it didn’t seem likely, but Ross would sure as hell like to find out. “So, I’ll need to be reminded of your name, kitten. Sister to Jase and Troy, known I seem to remember, as pest.” That much was true. Perhaps that was why he couldn’t think of her name. It was rarely used. “Who used to dog our every footstep, and I’m damned sure nicked a crop of Troy’s and used it for riding her horse and goodness knows what else. Why do you need to see Jess?” She sighed. “It had been my crop in the first place. He took it off me for”—she rolled her eyes—“well, he said because I was messing with it. I reckon he was just being a cheapskate and not wanting to splash the cash and buy one for his own use. Troy never was one for spending if he could manage somehow. My name is Shane. I’m sorry, Ross, I can’t tell you why I want to speak to Jess.
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