A frown marred her features when just ahead she saw what she thought to be the most dilapidated-looking structure she had ever seen. It resembled an old worn-down farmhouse more than a ranch house. She blinked twice, thinking she must be seeing things. Surely this building wasn’t the ranch house Mitch had purchased. Apparently so, she thought a few seconds later when he got out of a black Durango SUV in front of the house when she brought her car to a stop. She blinked again. He was wearing jeans. Other than that calendar he had posed for last year, she could count on her right hand the number of times she had seen him in something other than business attire. He’d always stressed that a person should always dress for success, so even while lounging around the house he’d worn casual designer slacks and shirts, a totally different look from the well-worn jeans he was sporting now. She couldn’t help but appreciate the well-put-together male body, a definite eye-catching look. It was the kind of look that could distract a woman something awful.
