Chapter Eleven
“I’m coming with you,” Ty stated flatly, bulging arms crossed in front of his broad chest.
Maybelle sidestepped around him, stowing her saddle in the tack closet at the back of her trailer. “You most certainly are not.”
“If I don’t go, you don’t go.”
She spun around, glaring. “Says who?”
He stepped closer, the fierce look in his eyes setting her pulse racing. “Says me.”
“You have to stay here and look after the livestock.”
“Got it covered.”
“Are you, you know… allowed to?” She hated herself for bringing up his current situation, but desperate times called for desperate measures, and if he came with her, there would be no de-flowering happening.
Ty grimaced but held his ground. “Already spoke with Weston.”
Dammit. She swallowed an exasperated sigh. He meant Weston T
