Page 2 of A Cowboy's Heart

“Guess not.” Jaxon pushed his hat back.

Both men stared at the cloud of dust filling the air until a limousine emerged from it.

Devin snorted. “Well, that fucking explains it.”

“Your pupil has arrived,” Jaxon muttered.

“Shit.” Pushing himself away from the fence, Devin slowly strolled toward the vehicle.

The car stopped, and the chauffeur stepped out then walked to the back door. When he opened it, he saw a long, sexy leg emerge ending in a red stiletto-clad foot. Then the other leg joined it. His gaze ran up from those heels to shapely ankles, toned calves, and a red skirt that barely covered anything. His mouth suddenly went dry. A white blouse, and then a heart-stopping face framed by long, strawberry blonde hair completed the package.

He felt his groin tighten as he continued to look at the woman. Full, pouty lips sat below a pert nose accompanied by flawless fair skin. Red sunglasses covered her eyes making him want to rip them off so he could see what color they were.

Watching her step out of the limo, she then glanced around before moving aside to let the other passenger out. Devin almost burst out laughing when he saw Rocky Fontaine as he stood beside the woman, dressed in new jeans that were pressed with a crease down the front and on his feet were pointy cowboy boots—brand new by the looks of them. They were shiny black and had the kind of pointy toes that cowboys referred to asroach killers,meaning they were so pointy they could be used to kill a roach in a corner.

As he watched, the man set a black cowboy hat with a turquoise band surrounding it on his blond hair and tilted it back with his thumb. Devin rubbed his hand over his mouth to keep from laughing aloud and turned to look at Jaxon, who had his head tilted down so his hat hid his face, but he could see his brother’s shoulders shaking with laughter. Taking a deep breath, he stepped forward.

“Mr. Fontaine? Welcome to the Bur Oak Guest Ranch,” he said as he stuck his hand out.

“Thank you,” Rocky Fontaine said with a fake smile as he put his hand in Devin’s but dropped it almost immediately.

Devin clenched his jaw as his temper rose. Ifthis Hollywood hotshot thought he was above him, he could go elsewhere. He sure as hell didn’t need this snob on his property.

“Why is it so hot here? I thought being in Montana it would be cooler,” Rocky said as he glanced around, his lips twisting in distaste.

“It’s July, Mr. Fontaine. Of course, it’s hot,” he said as politely as he could.

“For God’s sake, Rocky, don’t be an ass,” the woman said, surprising him and his brother for he heard Jaxon cough to cover his laugh.

Her soft husky voice had Devin’s dick definitely appreciating it.Shit!He sure as hell didn’t need to go all horny like a teenager around her.

“I'm not an ass, Willa. I just assumed it would be cooler closer to those mountains.”

Willa. What a beautiful name. Devin stepped closer to the woman, and he could smell her perfume. Light and flowery, not overpowering like some women wore.

“As I said, I’m Devin Callahan, and that’s my brother, Jaxon.” He motioned with his thumb out over his shoulder. “We own the ranch.”

He stuck his hand out toher. She smiled at him and placed her hand in his. He could swear a flash of lightning struck him and by the look on her face, she’d felt it too.

“Willa Foster. I’m Rocky’s personal assistant. We booked two cabins. No one was at the front office where we came in so…”

“Josie is probably at lunch. Let me run down there and see what cabins you’re in, and I’ll get your keys.”

Keys. As in plural.At least she wasn’t sleeping with the jerk. Of course, she could be and just wanted her own cabin too.Shut up, Callahan!It’s none of your business.

“Could you or your brother take our luggage to our cabins?” Rocky asked him.

Devin halted in his tracks and turned to face him. “No. I’ll tell you what cabins you’ll be using, and your driver can take you to them.”

“Then one of you will unload the car?” Fontaine frowned at him.

Getting annoyed and bordering on angry, he stepped forward but Jaxon’s voice stopped him.

“No, sir. You will unload your own luggage, Mr. Fontaine. Unless you ask the driver to do it. We are here to teach you how to ride or at least, look like you know what you’re doing. We’re not your servants. This may be a guest ranch, but it is also a working ranch. People come here to do just that and enjoy the activities. If you wanted your luggage carried, maybe you should have booked a room in the lodge.”

Devin bit back a smile and noticed Willa did too. He watched as she turned her back to Fontaine, but he had a feeling she was trying not to laugh. When she turned to face him, she smiled and shrugged. He gave her a nod.

“I’ll help Miss Foster with her luggage. You can carry your own. You are a man after all. At least that’s what I hear.” He stared at the man.

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