MARRIED. THE BASTARD was married. And she’d let him kiss her. Had enjoyed him kissing her. Had wanted to do more than kiss him. She was still seething, even though she should be concentrating on moving the cattle. Reining Gypsy around to the right, she heeled her into a fast jog, sending Digger out in a wide arc, just to make sure there were no cattle hiding in the acacia thicket over to the left. It was good to be back at work. At least, it gave her wayward mind something else to concentrate on. Thankfully, Nash had said there was no reason they couldn’t continue with the muster. They’d impounded Wombat’s truck and searched the site where it was parked, and the perimeter of the campsite thoroughly. Now, it seemed they were leaving it up to the forensics guys. Which was a little surprising
