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get-go. He was up to his eyeballs in ranch problems, foundation issues, IRS problems…just plain problems every which way he turned.
    “ You can drive her to the airport later today,” Drew stated glumly, pulling his hat low on his brow again. The statement ate at him, but, by damn, he meant it.
    “ Her who? Tanya?” Greg asked in surprise. “She’s not due to leave for another couple of weeks or so. You tick her off yesterday? She decide to leave early?”
    He moved in front of Drew and scowled. “You’ve got that IRS agent breathing down your neck. You don’t know the first thing about handling that kind of situation, you told me so. Other than locating all the documentation the agent asked for.”
    “ I can deal with it.”
    Ignoring his comment, Greg blustered on, “You need help. Professional help. Tanya’s kind of—“
    “ She’s got to go,” Drew interrupted with a near growl. Then he clenched his jaw, which made his head throb all the more. “I know she could help with this, but …”
    “ But you’re getting interested in her. Too interested, I’d say.” Greg smiled. “She pushes all your buttons. She’s night and day different from your normal women—especially those exes of yours. She scares you.”
    “ Damn straight.” It annoyed the hell out of him that everything his friend had said was true. Fact was, he was more drawn to Tanya than he’d ever been to another woman.
    Their conversation was cut short when the subject of it came bustling out of the house. Both men gaped at the flippy skirt Tanya wore, one that barely reached to mid-thigh and revealed legs meant to wrap around a man in nothing but pleasure. At least that was the thought that burst into Drew’s mind. Which also served to revive the life in his just-now-deflating dick.
    “ Shit,” he grumbled in disgust.
    “ That’s one mighty fine looking gal.” Greg added a heavy masculine sound of appreciation.
    Drew barely kept from turning and planting his fist in his friend’s face. Greg only spoke the truth, but Drew didn’t like him saying it…or even noticing the fact. Not at all.
    Feeling even more determined, he restated firmly, “She’s got to go. Today.”
    “ You’re crazy.” Greg snorted and walked off toward the barn, adding over his shoulder, “I’m not taking her to the airport.”
    Drew stood there swearing to himself that he would fire Greg the next time he saw him. As he noted a couple of other ranch hands nearby glancing from Tanya—now storming her way his direction at warp speed—to him, he swore he’d fire them too. It wouldn’t really happen, but he sure enjoyed thinking it would.
    Tanya held a piece of paper up and waved it furiously at him from the other side of the corral, where she’d stopped to wiggle a pebble out of her shoe. Stiletto sandals again. On a ranch. She might have a ton of book smarts, a fancy diploma and respectable credentials, but she didn’t have a whiff of common sense about appropriate clothing, or shoes.
    “ I’ve warned you about not wearing sandals here. Especially those spiky heel things,” Drew complained as she started his way again, wobbling across the gravel. He expected her to twist her ankle at any second. He damn sure wouldn’t pay any Work Comp for her being stupid.
    She somehow managed not to trip, but came close on her determined walk over. She stopped six feet from him, anger rolling off her in waves and sparking in those engaging blue eyes of hers. “You have more to worry about than what shoes I choose to wear.”
    “ I’m not worried. It’s you that—“
    She waved that piece of paper again. “You weren’t even going to tell me about this, were you?”
    Recognizing the letter from the IRS that he’d thought buried deep in one of the desk drawers, he bit out, “Where’d you find that?”
    She waved it again, stomping her slender foot at the same time. “I knew it! You weren’t going to tell me about this!”
    “ You had no call to go