Mari bit back a groan. She must've hit her head hard because she didn't remember the rancher being that sexy when she first saw him at the creek. She did have an excuse, though, since he'd been covered in layers of mud at the time.
She remembered how startled she was when he got up from the ground, attempted to brush the mud from his muscled thigh, and all six foot plus of him stood there beneath the pounding Texas sun. It was like looking at a PhotoShopped poster for a Hollywood western. There is no way he's real, she thought before passing out.
Now that she'd seen him while she was wide awake, alert, and rested... Well, she couldn't stop her heart from beating erratically when recalling how he looked when he first walked through the bedroom door. Or how he smelled. It was the scent she
