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I point at him. “Just go get Carl or Eddie to come in here?—”

He cuts me off. “You really think I’m going to leave you alone with another man?”

I swallow. The chemistry from last night still has a hold on me this morning. I tried to convince myself that it was nothingand I was imagining things, but the way Dixon’s looking at me, I know that’s not the case.

I tilt my head to the side. “So you’re going to muck stalls because you don’t trust me not to fuck someone?—”

He holds his hand up and grits his teeth. “Stop.”

“But—” I start. I never was one to know when to shut up.

“Faith, I’m telling you to stop right there or I’m going to shove something in your mouth to keep you from spewing that bullshit.”

Stunned, I stop talking as he stabs the fork into the hay. He’s on edge, and I turn my back, but I can’t stop smiling because whether Dixon wants to admit it or not, he wants me. Now I’ve just got a figure out how to make him give in to it.

CHAPTER 5

DIXON

We get finished with the first stall, and I’m sweating through my T-shirt.

I’m working double-time, and I’m not sure if it’s because I’m trying to exert some energy or if I’m trying to keep Faith from working too hard.

I watch her bend over, and her tank top does nothing to conceal her high, firm breasts as she works. I grunt and look away. Hell, I didn’t want her working with Carl or Eddie in here because I knew they’d be ogling her, so I sure as hell shouldn’t be doing it.

“What was that?” she asks.

Instead of answering her, I ignore her. I figure that’s the best route to take. The less interaction we have, the better off I’ll be.

Silently, we move to the next stall, and without thinking, I pull off my T-shirt and hang it on a nail. As soon as I look at her, I realize my mistake.

I almost reach for my shirt to put back on but decide against it.

She’s leaning on the fork, mouth hanging open as she stares at me. Yeah, I guess two can play at this game.

“You don’t play fair, Dixon Chase.”

I stab the fork into the hay, and with all the innocence I can muster, I ask, “What do you mean?”

She points at me, waving her finger up and down. “That. That’s not fair.”

I look down at my bare chest. There’s no way this turns her on. I’m a barrel of a man. There’s no six-pack here. Husky, stocky, beefy, sturdy. Those are words to describe me, and I don’t have the body that a woman goes crazy over. I mean, don’t get me wrong. I have no problem getting laid when I want to, but it’s more because I’m able and willing instead of because some woman just wants to have me. But Faith is looking at me like no one has ever looked at me before.

I point at myself. “Please, don’t act like this does it for you.”

She rears back, surprised. “Are you kidding me right now?”

I roll my eyes. “Get back to work.”

She does as I tell her, and we work side by side. I get a little more than half done and turn around to see her progress, and my eyes pop out of my head. “Faith.”

She keeps working. “Yeah?”

All the liquid has left my mouth. “You’re in a bra.”

This time she does stop. “I’m in a sports bra.”

I groan. “Put your shirt back on.”

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