Page 17 of The Cowboy's Justice

“Should we call Sheriff Cooper?”

“I want to talk to you first and get an idea of what’s goin’ on. Don’t get me wrong, the sheriff’s a great guy, but I might be better off dealin’ with William myself. He’s a slick lawyer. He’ll probably have all kinds of ways to mess with a country sheriff. Now tell me, what’s the deal with you two?”

“There is no deal. He’s my attorney.”

“What’s he doin’ here?”

“He has some paperwork I have to sign and he needed to explain some things. I didn’t want to go back to Dallas so he invited himself down for the week.”

“Huh. Well, you can’t be alone with him again, and I’m bettin’ he’ll be comin’ to the ranch lookin’ for you. But I have another question. Why did you decide to build a home out here? Surely you have a life in Dallas.”

“That’s a story for another time. Do you mind?”

“Nope, not at all,” he replied as they started to make their way down the trail to his ranch. “As soon as we get there go straight into my house. I’ll let you into the cabin later.”

“Do you think William will show up?”

“I have no idea, but I’m playin’ it safe in case he does.”

“What about the coffee in the water bottle?”

“You leave that to me.”

CHAPTER ELEVEN

When they reached the barn Portia climbed off Marge and hurried to Devlin’s house, while he unsaddled the mare and took both horses back to their paddocks. But as he stood watching them he let out a heavy sigh. There was a question he’d been dreading, and to his relief Portia hadn’t asked it.

Why were you in the trees above my house, and how did you see William putting something in my coffee from so far away?

He had to tell her about the strange sense of foreboding he’d felt when she’d climbed into the Corvette and left the ranch.

But there was something else.

Something that was driving him crazy.

The moment they’d met he’d felt a spark, and during the ride back to the ranch the attraction had grown stronger. He was now longing to run his hands over her knockout body and kiss her ridiculously kissable lips.

But it was more than physical.

There was something about her.

Something he couldn’t put his finger on.

Something that made his heart pump.

Something that stirred his cock.

Something that made him want to wrap her into his arms, close his eyes and breathe her in.

Something that made him want to protect her.

It was disturbing, but it was also exhilarating.

* * *

Walking slowly through Devlin’s home Portia found it comfortable but decidedly masculine. She wasn’t surprised. Itwas just like him. He was easy to be around, yet the most manly man she’d ever met.

The guys she’d dated in Dallas were nothing like him.

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