Page 12 of The Rancher's Addiction

He snorted.“You’re what ...five foot three?”

“And a half,” she added.

“And you expect me to believe you’re big and strong enough to pull a calf or fix a breech?”

“I don’t care what you believe.You’ve got other options for vets in the area.We don’t ever have to see each other again except in passing.”

She watched a muscle start to tick in his jaw.Now, why would he be getting angry about that?God, this guy confused her.She wasn’t belligerent or insincere, she was just telling him the facts.The stiffness relaxed when Stanly came back.

“Here you go.”

She turned back to him and smiled.“Thank you for catching that.”

“Oh, sure.I can’t believe you’re doing your own tiling.”

“Once you know how to do it, it’s easy.”

“Have you been tiling long?”Mac said behind her.

Stanly snorted out a laugh.“No, Mac, this is the first time she’d ever done it.She read how to do it, and now is just about done.”

“Don’t forget YouTube,” she reminded him.

Stanly threw his head back and laughed.“Yes, I forgot.”

Mac cleared his throat.“Where do you live.”

“She bought the old Smith place.”

“That small run-down house off Fourth?”

“Yes.”

She handed over the money and picked up the bucket.“Thank you again.”

“You’re welcome.Call if you have a question.”

She glanced at Mac and nodded.“Have a good day.”

She wanted to smile when he grunted.

Twenty minutes later, the sound of a car door closing got her attention.She grabbed a rag and stood when someone knocked.She was brought up short at the sight of Mac on the other side of the screen door.

Her head tilted to the side.“Can I help you?”

“Are you going to invite me in?”

“Why?”

He grunted, opened the door, and walked in.

She rolled her eyes.Jesus, is that all the man could do was grunt?“Make yourself at home,” she said sarcastically.

He smirked down at her.“Okay.”

“What do you need, Mac?”

“I was curious.”

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