LITMIR.BIZ

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frame flexed with each stride. The Texas sun had tanned his face a warm golden hue. Hair the same color as the horse he led peeked out from under his Stetson. A few days’ worth of stubble enhanced his rugged good looks even further.

      “Um...” Miranda’s mouth went dry. She regained her composure enough to ask, “Is this the Double Trouble Ranch?”

      “Sure is, sugar,” he drawled. The horse behind him nudged his shoulder forward. “What can I do for you?”

      “I don’t understand.” Miranda surveyed the property. Are those cows in the distance? She looked to the cowboy for answers. “This has to be a mistake.”

      His eyes narrowed. Miranda stepped back. The handsome features she was attracted to only seconds ago faded into a menacing glare.

      “Who are you?” His jaw clenched.

      Miranda had a sudden urge to flee to the safety of her truck, but both man and horse blocked her path. A fierce pounding began deep within her chest. She opened her mouth to speak, but the words wouldn’t come.

      “You’re the new owner, aren’t you?”

      He stood too close for comfort. Miranda backed into the corral fence. There was no place to turn. With her adrenaline raging, anger suddenly overtook fear. Squaring her shoulders she stepped forward, inches from his face.

      “Yes, and you are?”

      “The former ranch manager.” He handed her the horse’s rope. “His name’s General Lee. Good luck.”

      Stunned, Miranda looked up at the animal. He snorted and licked her cheek. “Eww!” She wiped her face and quickly lengthened the amount of rope between herself and the horse.

      “Hey, wait a minute,” Miranda called out after the cowboy who was walking away. The sound of hooves on the ground behind her stopped her—she forgot all about the rope she held. The horse nudged her forward. “Cut that out!”

      The cowboy stopped in front of Miranda’s truck and looked down at the bug-splattered license plate.

      “Washington, D.C., huh? What’s a city girl like you know about owning a ranch?”

      “Nothing!” she shouted. At her outburst General Lee tossed his head pulling the rope through Miranda’s hand with a stinging burn.

      The cowboy was back at the agitated horse’s side, rubbing his palm between the horse’s eyes and down to the end of his muzzle while he whispered words Miranda couldn’t quite make out.

      “Lesson one. Don’t ever yell around a horse. Especially one you don’t know,” he warned. “Lesson two—always wear gloves when handling a rope.”

      “But—” There was no point in reminding him he was the one who’d handed it to her. She closed her eyes tight. It’s all a dream. The Marlboro Man is just a mirage.

      “I don’t understand. I bought this place but...I didn’t sign on for this.” She gestured toward the horse. “Why are you here?”

      “I wanted to meet the person who destroyed my life.” He stepped closer.

      Didn’t this man understand the meaning of personal space? He stared at her with deep brown eyes as if he expected an explanation. He may be drop-dead gorgeous, but she wasn’t about to let him intimidate her. Yes, he was an incredible specimen of a man, but she needed to focus on the task at hand.

      If only I could run my hands—

      Miranda shook her head to erase the thought, watching the cowboy turn General Lee loose within the fenced area. The cowboy returned and gave her a conceited grin, as if he’d read her mind.

      “You outbid me,” he said.

      “What are you talking about?”

      “I know your type.” He drew her hands to his chest and ran his thumbs over her skin. “Rich as molasses. Everything in life handed to you on a silver platter. You come to these small Texas towns, buy ranches like this one and then turn them into housing developments.”

      He turned her palm upward while gingerly running his fingers over the welt from the rope. A chill ran through her. A part of her wanted him far away from her yet she seemed to be glued to the spot. Maybe it had been far too long since she last felt the touch of a man. But this wasn’t just any man—this was a full-blooded cowboy who rattled her as no one ever had.

      The reality of the situation kicked in and she pushed him away. “Not that it’s any business of yours, but I bought this place to live on. Sight unseen, I might add. I don’t know where you got your information from, but it couldn’t be more wrong. I have no plans to build anything. I don’t have that kind of money.”

      “Sure you don’t.” He ground his teeth together. “I poured the past fifteen years of my life into this ranch. Built everything you see here, with the exception of the houses. Double Trouble was mine. Then you came along. Ripped it right out from under me. Too bad I won’t be around to watch when you try to deal with the cattle.”

      “Cattle?” Miranda gulped. So, those were cows in the distance.

      My cattle!

      “Those things out there with the big horns are called Longhorns. And they’re all yours.” He laughed. “Don’t fret too much. It’s only a small herd used for training the cutting horses.”

      “Look...mister...whatever your name is.”

      “Jesse,” he interrupted.

      “Look, Mr. Jesse, I don’t know what’s going on around here. There must be some mistake. I thought the sale included whatever contents the owners left behind in the house. I figured it meant furniture. It never crossed my mind livestock would come with the property and I never thought to ask. I don’t know how to take care of them.”

      Miranda ran over the events of the past month in her mind. Her ex-fiancé’s lack of sympathy regarding her mother’s death made her decision to move that much easier. When Jonathan Reese, her lawyer and best friend since eleventh grade, returned from Texas and told her he found the perfect place for her to start over, she found the opportunity impossible to resist. Memories of countless moves and dingy, cramped apartments led way to dreams filled with wide-open spaces and a farmhouse in the country.

      Now she owned her dream. And while she may have seen an animal or two in the photographs, no one ever told her it was a package deal.

      A rooster crowed and broke her train of thought. “Chickens, too?”

      “You’re telling me you know nothing about horses and cattle? Then why on earth did you buy a ranch?”

      “I just told you, I didn’t know it came complete with farm animals. I bought a house with land.”

      “Lady, this is a ranch! And ranches are for people with animals.”

      Miranda kicked at the dirt beneath her boots. She needed a moment to sort this out, to call Jonathan and get to the bottom of this.

      “What did you intend to do with a fifteen stall stable?”

      “There are fifteen horses?” If she didn’t faint now, she would soon.

      “Relax.” Jesse smirked. “There’s not quite that many now. So what happened? The truck wasn’t expensive enough for you? Had to jump in whole hog and buy a Texas ranch to appease your shopping urges?”

      Miranda’s first thought was to slap him across the face. Thank heavens her good graces held her in check and she kept her hands where they were.

      “Oh, get off your high horse. No pun intended there, cowboy.” Miranda recoiled. “You know nothing about me!”

      “Don’t care to, either.”

      “If you are so concerned about the welfare of these animals, then why don’t you take them with you?”

      “And

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