Brax hunched into the shearling-lined denim of his jacket, keeping his eyes on the house instead of the girl who’d done everything in her limited power to hide the fact that she was a woman. He’d had a lot of practice at trying not to notice those failed efforts. The baggy, shapeless clothes couldn’t fully conceal that hourglass figure his fingers itched to touch. The total lack of makeup only served to draw attention to those striking, long-lashed coffee-colored eyes he wanted to drown in. As she neared, those unpainted lips curved into one of the hard-won smiles that fueled his days.
“Morning.” Her breath puffed out in a cloud with the greeting.
Brax grunted an acknowledgement, his gaze shifting back to the single-story ranch where the blinds in one of the front windows twitched, as if
