Missy worried her bottom lip between her teeth as she swept out the tack room in the main barn. What had she been thinking? Nudging Tucker like they were old pals? Teasing him like he was one of the cowboys she’d grown up with?
He decidedly wasn’t. He didn’t even own a cowboy hat, or cowboy boots, and the belt buckle on those khaki pants was much too small. A disgrace, really.
Her face heated as she remembered how she’d analyzed every line of his body, the way he filled out his shirt, the length in his legs, the shock of dark hair she wanted to touch.
She shook her head, finished her task in the main barn, and turned when someone called, “Missy!”
Wiping her hands on her jeans, Missy walked toward Jewel Murphy, who held a clipboard in her hand. “We’re done inside,” Jewel said. “I just n
