CHAPTER 6
The study was rugged, with its wall-to-wall oak shelves and burgundy-and-gold brocade curtains. Charley sat at the desk, the ranch’s ledger open in front of her, but the numbers blurred before her. She rubbed her eyes. She couldn’t concentrate. A wickedly charming grin and velvet green eyes tormented her.
She slammed the ledger closed. Satan had released Morgan Ramsey from hell, and now he worked on her ranch.
She heard the tap-tap of the brass knocker on the front door. She walked to it, and found Mr. Anderson from the telegraph office standing on the porch.
He took off his black derby hat and held it in one hand. “Good day, Miss Charlotte.”
“Hello, Mr. Anderson.”
He dug in his jacket pocket. “I have a telegram here.”
“A telegram?”
“Yes...um...” He pulled out a yellow pi
