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“But how? What about the farm? My PhD will be over, and you’ll have nothing to come back to.”

He shakes his head. “It’s funny how things work out.” Ranger draws me in for another kiss and holds me there while he explains. “My brother. His name’s Paul. The farm is as much his as it is mine. My mom and dad passed it to me. But he grew up in that house. And, well, he wants to come home, so to speak. He called and wrote me a letter a few days ago… Both on the day I met you. Then I just had another call from him at the house, just as I was heading out to come here. And when I heard his voice this time…” He chuckles. “But then I realized maybe it’s fate. He’s got himself into trouble, nothing too serious, but he needs somewhere to go. He’s here, at the bus station, waiting for me—forus—to go pick him up. Paul will look after the farm for me, and I’ll do my best to take care of what I can from Bozeman. With you.”

My heart soars. “Does he know how to run a farm?”

Ranger laughs. “Not really. I mean, he knows, he was raised here like me. He never was much interested in hard work. But I’ve laid it on the line for him. He’s staying here, he’s working. No arguments. The farmhands will help him out, and your dad will help keep an eye on him. I’ll call his ass every morning at five a.m. Then at noon. Then again at supper to keep him on track. We’ll head back out here once or twice a month when it fits with your schedule, just to check in, but I really think he’s turned over a new leaf.”

“You’ve thought this all through, haven’t you? This is what you want?” I look up into his face with a wry smile, and he grins down.

“I told you, Maria. I’m never letting you go. You’re mine.”

Chapter12

Ranger

“Just go!” Fire flies from her eyes as my little spitfire throws daggers in my direction.

“I’m not going anywhere.” My calm only fuels her fit, and it’s near impossible to fight off the smile that creeps over my lips. I’ve learned in the two months we’ve been together, my Little Bit loves to throw herself some fits, and she’s got a jealous streak as wide as the Montana sky.

“Oh yes, you are.” She turns and stomps into our bedroom. The house I bought here in Bozeman has become our home. A second home because the farm is first for us both.

This old Victorian gem needs some work, and that’s keeping me busy, along with managing Paul and fucking my future bride a few times a day and at least four on Sundays.

But, damn if she can get hot about the smallest things.

She’s tossing my underwear onto the floor from the top drawer of the dresser when I follow her into the bedroom.

My dick is hard, throbbing because I secretly know what’s about to happen and exactly what she needs.

What she’s really asking for.

And it’s going to be fun for us both as soon as I can get her wild, sweet ass over my knee.

She’s cussing me out in Spanish and working on throwing my socks all over the room when I get myself up behind her.

“Stop it,” I growl into her ear, one hand coming around to her throat and the other taking a handful of hair. “You know good and well that girl was here to deliver the flowers, and that’s all.”

Every Friday, I have flowers delivered round about the time Maria gets back from her weekly meeting with her doctoral advisor. I am usually out of the house by ten a.m. just after I feed her breakfast and she heads out. Today, I ran late, fielding some phone calls with Paul about the big combine breaking down and Doc Mason calling about a lame horse.

When Maria came in the back door around noon, later than she usually gets back, the delivery gal from the florist was coming out of the bathroom, and I was standing by the front door. Poor girl just needed to use the restroom, and hell if I was going to say no.

But Maria’s green eyes took over, and she’s been on a tear for the last ten minutes.

It’s all show, and I’m about to settle this little hot filly down with some good old-fashioned cowboy magic.

Another tug on her hair and a little pressure on her throat and I feel her body soften.

“You need something,” I seethe, and she shifts. Consciously or unconsciously inching that ass of hers back onto my already painfully swollen cock. “You’re gonna get it, Little Bit.”

“You don’t know what I ne—”

With that, I’ve got her spun around, flipped, and my ass is sitting on the edge of our bed, her body draped over my thighs.

“I do know what you need, and it’s my job to give it to you.”

She’s fighting me like a wet cat, but her tiny frame is no match for me. It’s all for show, but I do like a little fight. Keeps the sparks flying for us and sure lets her get her panties in a twist before I tear them off.

I flip her skirt up and shake my head when her bare ass is staring up at me.

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