Page 3 of Filthy, Dirty, Cowboy

“You’re stuck here for the weekend then? That must be pissing you off.”

She drags in a deep breath. “It is, but my boss figured as much and rented a cabin for me by the river.” She settles into the tractor seat comfortably. “Thankfully, my sister’s coming. She’s bringing my nieces to visit, so we’re going to play redneck for a few days. Any tips would be greatly appreciated.” A grin rises onto her face as though she’s pleased with her comment.

“Only if you take me to the city and show me how to be a proper asshole.”

She smiles. “Something tells me you’d be a quick study.”

I walked into that one.

“What’s this thing used for, anyway?” She steers the wheel back and forth haphazardly, like a child let loose in a toy store. Why does this make her more endearing?

“A tractor?” My brows raise and my tone slows. “You’ve never seen atractorbefore?”

She stills and tips her pretty head to the side. “I’ve seen a tractor before, but what’s this?”

I can’t help but laugh. “This is a plain, old generic tractor.”

“But it’s green.” There’s no sarcasm in her tone.

“It’s a John Deere.”

“So, it’s not a tractor,” she balks.

I drag in a deep breath. “It’s a tractor. It’s just agreentractor.”

She swings her leg over the side and attempts to jump down, but her heel sticks in the ridge and her gaze turns to me. “Tractors are supposed to be red.”

“Right.If it were red, do you think you’d have an easier time getting down?”

She holds back a grin. “Probably. Aren’t you country boys supposed to be gentlemen? I’m a damsel distressing over here. I could use some help.” As she’s attempting to pull one heel from the metal, the other gets stuck, and she huffs out a heavy sigh. For the life of me, I can’t understand why she doesn’t pull her feet from the shoes and climb down barefoot, but the struggle is much more amusing to watch.

“Nah, a city girl like yourself is independent. You don’t need a man’s help.” I laugh, making my way to the side of the tractor.

A molten hot glare bubbles up toward me. “You’re enjoying this.”

I grin. “Very much. How expensive are those heels and why’d you wear them up here? One would assume boots would be the best attire for a ranch.”

She crinkles her brows and places her hand on her thick hip. “Seriously? Who wearsbootsto a business meeting? Anyway… are you going to help me down?”

Truthfully, I’m not sure I want to. I kind of like her perched up there are all pretty and pissy, though I suppose that’s what makes me a perverted old man.

I lock eyes with her so she can see the wide grin I’m sporting. “Are you going to be good if I let you down?”

She hitches her hip higher, and from here I can easily see how pebbled her nipples have become. “No. I’mnota good girl, so I never do what I’m told. But if you let me down, I’ll leave, and you won’t have to see me again.”

“Something tells me I’ll be seeing you again. It’s a small town.”

Her eyes roll back in her head as she shoos away a fly. “Not likely. Tonight, I’m going to help Kane with something, and the rest of the weekend, I’ll be with my sister.”

Red hot flames boil under my skin. Why the fuck wouldKaneinvite her to Mrs. R’s?And why would she say yes?

“I’m sorry. Why does that sound fun to you? I thought you hated all things country.”

“I do, but Kane seemed like a nice guy, and he mentioned how Mrs. Robinson,I think that’s her name, has been lonely since her husband passed. I figured it would keep me busy until my sister gets here. Sorry I didn’t get it approved through you first. What does it matter, anyway?”

Mrs. Robinson used to babysit me when I was first adopted by my parents. She seemed old back then, even though she was probably younger than I am now. The woman is sweet as pie, and she always has an eye out for everyone in town. It’s nice of Portia to go over there, even if she’s only doing it because she’s bored.

“I’ll be there too,” I manage, reaching up toward her to help her down. “I guess that means you’ll be stalking me for at least one more night.”

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