He had an instant vision of Kris on horseback. With him. Seated in front of him in the saddle, her sweet little ass tucked up against his hard shaft, rubbing it as the horse trotted along. And if he didn't quit with those thoughts, he'd be in big trouble. He shifted in his chair, trying to ease the pressure in his jeans.
"Okay." Kris gave him a narrowed-eyed stare again. "Your turn."
Mason unrolled the drawings he was holding. These people were all business, and they couldn't get started a minute too soon for him. He smoothed his hand over one of the maps, pressing down the corners.
"The Double R Ranch covers ten thousand acres and borders with Mexico here." He drew a line with his forefinger. "The Rio Grande is narrow enough to row across in minutes at that point, and certainly you can
