Eight
Luke kissed Ryan on the cheek and whispered, “I need to step outside for a bit before she finishes undressing me with her eyes for the fifth time.”
“Ah, you poor thing.”
“Really? Must you patronize me?”
“Yep. And I’m pretty sure you’ve been n***d in her mind since she walked through the door and saw you.”
Gritting his teeth, he turned away and stepped quietly out onto the porch of the Ramshorn lodge. He wondered if the girl, who was maybe nineteen or twenty, had heard a word he or Ben or Ty Evans had said about the trail ride. It was going to be a very long day if he couldn’t convince her that he was in no way interested in her. He wished Ryan would come to his rescue, but her amused response to his predicament didn’t give him much hope.
Leaning out over the porch railing, he w
