Chapter Twelve
A smile crept across Ty’s face as he slowly nodded. “Damn straight, I am.” She needed a minder. There was no way she was driving away without him, especially since Colt had showed him the pictures of her trailer the mechanic had taken. He’d wanted to punch someone silly when he’d seen them. Whoever had vandalized Maybelle’s trailer had been vicious in their efforts. And if that person still had a bone to pick with Maybelle, there was a good chance that next time she’d be in the line of fire. Not to mention her sass had him tied in knots. She was making a concerted effort to t*****e him, and it was working. But he was adamant — no more kissing. No matter how vociferously his body disagreed.
Maybelle made a noise of pure frustration as she led Rango into the trailer. “Fine.
