her way. "Come on before we miss
supper."
Terri took his arm and walked outside and saw
the dust trail of two pickups heading toward the main house. The
other hands evidently were scared of Penny too, because they sure
didn't let any grass grow under their feet getting to
supper.
"Get a move on, Dylan! I'm hungry, man!" The
man she recognized as Matt shouted out the window of the truck that
waited for them. Terri tried to pull her arm from his, so she could
go take her car, but he held on tight.
"You can ride with us, sugar," he said smiling
down at her.
"You already have three people in there, I can
take my car," she said glancing at the truck.
"You're small, you can sit on my lap. It's not
a long drive," he offered and pulled her toward the truck. Terri
couldn't argue without sounding rude. Since she had to live with
these men, she did the only thing she could. She went along, and
sat in Dylan's lap for the drive to the main house. His big
muscular arms tightened around her every time they hit a bump and
held her steady.
Dust filtered up through the open windows and
she coughed to clear it from her throat. "You okay, sugar?" he
asked then rolled up his window. Their driver, Sheedy, didn't roll
his up, he just kept driving.
"Fine," she told him and shifted around on his
lap to get comfortable. That turned out not to be such a good idea,
when she felt him harden against her hip. He shifted her a little
in his lap and shot her an apologetic smile. She wouldn't be doing
this again, she vowed. Her car might be small and not suited to a
ranch, but at least she wouldn't have to sit on a horny cowboy's
lap.
Maybe she should think of trading in her car
for a pickup. Her heart fell, because she loved her car, but it
just wasn't going to cut it on these rutty dirt roads. Tomorrow,
she'd go into town and see if she could make a deal.
"I wonder where the first-aid station will be
set up," she said conversationally.
"I think it's back behind the main house,
there's a shed set up there," he told her and pointed to a shack
she could barely see near the fence line. She saw a window, but no
air conditioner. That would be a necessity in the weather in
Amarillo. She'd need water back there too for sanitation. If it
wasn't possible to get it out there, they'd have to pick another
location closer to a water source. In the morning, she'd check it
out, then talk to Joel if necessary...and only if
necessary.
"So, is there a ranch manager?" she asked and
Dylan looked down at her with a small smile.
"No, ma'am, as far as I know it's just
Joel."
Damn, so much for avoiding the handsome,
confounding man. If she needed something, she'd have to go to
him.
"What about the cooks? Why are there two?" she
asked wanting to get the lay of the land, and figure out what she'd
have to do to put some distance between them. Maybe she'd pick up a
mini-fridge for her room, and just eat in there from now
on.
"Jarvis isn't here yet, he's the cook for the
bunkhouses...should be here by Friday, according to what Joel told
us yesterday. Once he gets here, we'll probably be eating out
there."
Matt snorted beside him, then grumbled, "Yeah,
and I'll bet his damned biscuits aren't near as good as Penny's,
he's a damned trail cook."
"You'll survive, dude," Dylan told him with a
chuckle. "She likes you, so she'll probably slip you a few, if
you're nice to her."
"Says I remind her of her son, that's why she
likes me, and she's a damned good cook, so hell yeah I'm gonna cozy
up to her."
Terri shook her head and chuckled. Men, if it
involved their stomach or their dick, they would pull out all the
stops to get what they wanted. When the truck pulled to a stop by
the other two in front of the house, Sheedy was out of the truck
and headed toward the front door, before they'd even opened their
door.
Terri saw him pass someone in the doorway, so
the front door didn't close behind him. When she realized it was
Joel, she swallowed hard seeing the angry look on his face
supper."
Terri took his arm and walked outside and saw
the dust trail of two pickups heading toward the main house. The
other hands evidently were scared of Penny too, because they sure
didn't let any grass grow under their feet getting to
supper.
"Get a move on, Dylan! I'm hungry, man!" The
man she recognized as Matt shouted out the window of the truck that
waited for them. Terri tried to pull her arm from his, so she could
go take her car, but he held on tight.
"You can ride with us, sugar," he said smiling
down at her.
"You already have three people in there, I can
take my car," she said glancing at the truck.
"You're small, you can sit on my lap. It's not
a long drive," he offered and pulled her toward the truck. Terri
couldn't argue without sounding rude. Since she had to live with
these men, she did the only thing she could. She went along, and
sat in Dylan's lap for the drive to the main house. His big
muscular arms tightened around her every time they hit a bump and
held her steady.
Dust filtered up through the open windows and
she coughed to clear it from her throat. "You okay, sugar?" he
asked then rolled up his window. Their driver, Sheedy, didn't roll
his up, he just kept driving.
"Fine," she told him and shifted around on his
lap to get comfortable. That turned out not to be such a good idea,
when she felt him harden against her hip. He shifted her a little
in his lap and shot her an apologetic smile. She wouldn't be doing
this again, she vowed. Her car might be small and not suited to a
ranch, but at least she wouldn't have to sit on a horny cowboy's
lap.
Maybe she should think of trading in her car
for a pickup. Her heart fell, because she loved her car, but it
just wasn't going to cut it on these rutty dirt roads. Tomorrow,
she'd go into town and see if she could make a deal.
"I wonder where the first-aid station will be
set up," she said conversationally.
"I think it's back behind the main house,
there's a shed set up there," he told her and pointed to a shack
she could barely see near the fence line. She saw a window, but no
air conditioner. That would be a necessity in the weather in
Amarillo. She'd need water back there too for sanitation. If it
wasn't possible to get it out there, they'd have to pick another
location closer to a water source. In the morning, she'd check it
out, then talk to Joel if necessary...and only if
necessary.
"So, is there a ranch manager?" she asked and
Dylan looked down at her with a small smile.
"No, ma'am, as far as I know it's just
Joel."
Damn, so much for avoiding the handsome,
confounding man. If she needed something, she'd have to go to
him.
"What about the cooks? Why are there two?" she
asked wanting to get the lay of the land, and figure out what she'd
have to do to put some distance between them. Maybe she'd pick up a
mini-fridge for her room, and just eat in there from now
on.
"Jarvis isn't here yet, he's the cook for the
bunkhouses...should be here by Friday, according to what Joel told
us yesterday. Once he gets here, we'll probably be eating out
there."
Matt snorted beside him, then grumbled, "Yeah,
and I'll bet his damned biscuits aren't near as good as Penny's,
he's a damned trail cook."
"You'll survive, dude," Dylan told him with a
chuckle. "She likes you, so she'll probably slip you a few, if
you're nice to her."
"Says I remind her of her son, that's why she
likes me, and she's a damned good cook, so hell yeah I'm gonna cozy
up to her."
Terri shook her head and chuckled. Men, if it
involved their stomach or their dick, they would pull out all the
stops to get what they wanted. When the truck pulled to a stop by
the other two in front of the house, Sheedy was out of the truck
and headed toward the front door, before they'd even opened their
door.
Terri saw him pass someone in the doorway, so
the front door didn't close behind him. When she realized it was
Joel, she swallowed hard seeing the angry look on his face
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