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“Come on, beautiful. Let’s go to bed.”

Her eyes go wide, and her lips pull into a naughty grin.

“I thought you were tired,” I say.

“Not that tired.” She wiggles her eyebrows at me. “Show me what you’ve got.”

I fully intended to take her to bed and let her sleep, but whatever my woman wants, my woman gets.

Chapter Twenty-four

Andi

“If you don’t stop that, I might have to file a sexual harassment charge with my new boss,” I say with a giggle as Jonas leans over the back of my office chair, kissing my neck.

“I’ll take my chances,” he says in that deep, sexy accent of his.

“When you said you wanted to get a bite for lunch, I didn’t think you meant me.”

He tilts my head back so that I’m looking into his crystal blue eyes. “A, we just ate lunch. And B, if I wanted to eat you, my face would be buried in between your legs right now.”

Just the thought of him with his tongue in my folds sends a flood of moisture that drenches my thong.

The look on Joe’s face makes it evident that he knows what he’s doing to me. His eyes flick down toward my lap, and he licks his bottom lip. Instantly, I wish he was licking my lips instead…and not the ones on my face.

“Guess I should let you get back to work,” he says with a devious smirk.

“You’re evil. And a tease,” I whine.

“You can return the favor later.”

“Oh, believe me, I will,” I promise.

He laughs. “Okay, beautiful. I need to get back to work. But I have my phone if you need me.”

With a tender kiss to my lips, he’s out the door.

Good grief, the man sets my insides on fire.

Jonas’s words from last night have been playing in my head all morning. Maybe he’s right. Maybe all of this is different.

I mean hell, the man let me stay at his house when I had nothing.

Deeply in love people always talk about how the universe brought them together in strange and unusual ways.

Maybe the universe brought us together by this strange cacophony of events.

Who am I to argue with the universe?

I’m not entirely ready to let myself get too comfortable. After all, a tiger can’t change its stripes. But I might as well enjoy it while it lasts.

I imagine it’s not every day a woman meets a man as wonderful as Jonas Mitchell.

I lean back in my chair and flip back on the computer screen, which has gone to sleep. Once it’s on, I pull up the article that I was reading earlier.

The title reads: The Life of a Rancher.

After I’d spent the morning pouring over all of the records for Mitchell Ranch, I wanted to read more about the ranching business as a whole.

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