Page 36 of The Guy Who Stole My Ranch

Brooke:He’s here.

Jessica answered immediately.

Jessica:Did he wear a tux?

I snorted.

Brooke:Just a suit.

Jessica:I thought billionaires always wore tuxedos.

Jessica had done some digging about William. She said it was for me, but she’d also been sating her own curiosity. Harris Inc. was headquartered in New York, and Jessica had found a few people who worked there. According to her anonymous contacts, William was a fair boss. Other descriptions of him included bland, effective, and boring.

No one had anything bad to say about him, but no one raved about him either.

Except the business magazines.

The guy had been on the cover of all of them, and according to the articles, every venture William Harris touched turned to gold.

Could he do the same for this ranch?

A tiny part of me wanted to see him try. Another part of me whispered a reminder that my goal over the next week was to drive him off.

The only other internet information I could find about William was that, since I’d met him the year before, he’d dated an influencer. It had lasted a few months and then he’d called it off. She was still heartbroken.

Probably because William came with a gargantuan amount of money.

My phone buzzed.

Jessica:You’re going through with your plan to work him into the ground?

Brooke:Yup.

Jessica:Good luck.

Brooke:Thanks.

Right then, the bathroom door opened, and William stepped out wearing the jeans I’d gotten him along with some work boots he must have brought and a checkered button-down shirt that somehow made his already attractive torso even more appealing.

Had his shoulders been that wide before?

My gaze dipped as he turned to pull the door closed.A fit man in jeans was my biggest downfall, with the back side of said jeans being the most appealing to me.

I should have bought him overalls. No one looked sexy in overalls.

Victoria had provided me with his size and had insisted on the jeans. I both hated and loved her at that moment.

As William walked toward me, he adjusted his glasses.

I hadn’t cared for glasses on a guy until right then.

What was it about this man that was so distracting to me? He was theenemy.

He stopped a few feet from me. “Are we off to the fence?”

I took a moment to look him up and down, and I swear I was only trying to make him uncomfortable. My eyes landed on his hands, and I shook my head. “Not until we get some leather gloves to cover your callous-free skin.”

Instead of scowling or rising to the jab, William gestured toward the door. “Lead the way.”

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