Jack chuckled to himself. He couldn’t hear Joey’s words, but heard loud and clear what Erin said, repeating word for word some of what he told her. He busied himself unsaddling the horses and rubbing them down. Joey should have done it, but he guessed by now, poor Joey was confused by what he’d done to the usually flirtatious, mild-tempered Erin Poletti. Joey really had no idea how scared Erin was.
God, she was pretty little thing. It was hard not to notice when she was nearly pinned in front of him. Her head was just below his chin and her dark curls sprang off her head and flew into his face before sticking to his lips. Her hair smelled good. Like sunshine. And softness. Like anything but horses and the ranch. So he liked her in his arms. So what? He wasn’t dead. He was a healthy male a
