He leaned against the side of the truck and watched her walk toward him, enjoying the sway of her hips and the swing of her braid. She was in jeans, as usual, but today, instead of a T-shirt, she wore a long-sleeved shirt, the shirttails tied around her slender waist. She looked beautiful. But then, no matter what she wore, she was without doubt the most beautiful woman he’d had the pleasure of watching in a long, long time. “Hi, there.” She nodded toward the bales of hay. “Want some help?” “Hi, back. Thanks for the offer, but they’re pretty heavy. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.” She vaulted into the bed of the truck and went to the nearest bale. “Don’t let my size fool you. I’m a lot stronger than I look.” With an efficient movement, she hoisted the hay and dropped it into Jack’s arms. He grunted at the impact. She grinned. With two of them working, it didn’t take long to unload the truck and move the bales into the barn where the five Appaloosas were stabled.
