Page 5 of A Cowboy Of Her Own

“Some? Yeah, I’d say more than some.”

“Men don’t make passes at women who wear glasses,” she said with a smile in her voice.

Roark snorted. “Yeah, right.” He glanced around and then back to her. “Do you want to get something to eat or just keep driving? We have about an hour trip.”

“I’m fine, if you are.”

Roark nodded. “All right then. I just want to get home.”

“And get in your hot tub.” She laughed and he liked the sound of it.

“Yes, and you are more than welcome to follow me in there too.”

“I just might. I did bring a swimsuit for the hotel pool.”

Roark mentally groaned. He sure as hell did not need to picture that in his head. From what he could tell, she had one hell of a body and if he saw her in a swimsuit, he wasn’t sure he could survive it.

Reaching for the radio dial, he turned it up. ThesongHell of a Nightby Dustin Lynch came on and he turned his head to hide a grin when he heard her humming along. The miles flew by, and before long, he was turning into his driveway and pulling up to the house.

“This place is beautiful,” Priscilla said as she leaned forward to peer out the windshield.

“It’s not a large ranch by Montana standards but it’s all mine.”

“How many acres?”

“Five hundred all together—most of it is pastureland. But the house, barns, and corrals take up fifty acres alone.”

“Your home is beautiful.”

“Thanks. I built it.”

“Seriously?”

“Yep. My cousins and some friends from Clifton and Hartland helped me. Those are small towns close to Spring City.”

“I can’t wait to see the inside.”

“Inside? You’re going to be working the ranch so you have to stay in the bunkhouse.”

“What?”She squealed.

Roark grinned. “Just kidding.”

Priscilla blew out a breath. “Real funny, Mister Callahan.”

“Roark. Mister Callahan is my dad.” He stopped the truck, threw the gear into Park, shut off the engine, opened the door, and stepped out. She opened her door and climbed out on the other side then stepped up onto the running board. He watched as she reached into the bed of the truck to try to retrieve her suitcases. She smiled at him when he reached in and pulled them out one at a time, setting them down on the ground as he did.She picked them up with a cute huff. Women—they have to do it themselves. He was all for women being women—especially this one.

What the hell are you thinking?That was the third time he’d asked himself that since meeting her.

“I like Roark. Is that Irish?”

“Yes, ma’am. Come on, I’ll show you to your room.” Before she could move, he took the suitcases from her.

Chapter Two

Priscilla nodded, liking that he was a man of manners, and followed him to the steps leading to the door. Of course, once there, she proceeded to trip on the bottom step. The heat poured into her cheeks when he turned to stop her from falling.

“Are you all right?” he asked her with honest concern.

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