Leaning against the outer wall of the barn was a man. Her brain didn’t feel the need to register anything beyond that, but her eyes raked him over from toe to head. He wore boots to mid-calf, dark blue jeans that molded perfectly to his thighs, and a plaid shirt with the cuffs rolled up exposing tanned forearms. And the hat. It was a dead giveaway. Here was a guy who seemed to meet the general description of a cowboy, and she was a girl, all alone with this cowboy, except for her annoying horse. Okay, he was slightly less annoying now. She was even prepared to forgive him for the whole trying to kill her thing since it brought her nice and close to Mr. Cowboy Man here.
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