David Merrill had drawn the way short stick when he’d been assigned to take Gray Lennox around the ranch. He hated the tours in general, but this guy was a real piece of work. He’d flirted with every woman he’d come in contact with, making Dave—who’d been out with fifteen women in the past two years—seem like he never got off the ranch.
As he sweated beneath his cowboy hat, Gray sauntered along next to him. “Does she have a boyfriend?”
Dave employed all of his patience. “Not that I’m aware of.”
“She and I, we did go out,” Gray said, as if Dave had challenged him on the point.
“Congratulations,” Dave said, unwilling to get into a game of who was better between the two of them. Dave had dated Sissy for eight months before asking her to marry him. She’d cried and kissed him, and he could
