Page 32 of A Rancher's Heart
His eyes flashed before he was back to hooded lids and an unreadable expression. “We’ve got too many horses around here that are untrained. I don’t want them—”
“I said I’d supervise.”
For a second his hands moved toward her, urgent and wild. Not in a way that scared her, but in a way that made a pulse go off, deep in her core.
Then it was gone again, that fire in his eyes, and he was back to calm. Reasonable. He dipped his chin once. “Fine. No horses, but you’re in charge of whatever else you want them to do.”
She was in his body space. He put his hands on her upper arms and held on tight, and another explosion went off in her core, heat blossoming outward in anticipation.
When he basically picked her up six inches then rotated on the spot, Tamara was shocked into stillness.
He lowered her to the ground then turned his back and walked out of the room.
No word spoken in anger on his part, no real emotion other than those brief glimpses, while she stood there damn near shaking with adrenaline. Half from anger and half from being far too turned on when all he’d done was touch her arms.
She rushed from the barn, thankful for the cool air brushing against her heated cheeks as she marched back to the house. He was the most infuriating, sexy, annoying,desirableass she’d ever had the misfortune of meeting.
But he had given her permission, and he hadn’t defined what that meant, so she was going to use this opportunity to make sure the girls got what they needed.
She wasn’t thinking at all about how much this might piss off a certain cowboy who had a stick up his ass. Nope, not thinking that at all.
She pulled out her phone and tapped in a familiar number.
“Hey, you. What’s going on?” Her older sister Karen asked with a touch of concern. “Everything okay?”
“Everything’s peachy,” Tamara informed her. “Today I’m a paying customer. I need a favour.”
As she shared her idea for outdoor chores with her sister, Tamara felt a sense of satisfaction. A certain grumpy cowboy wasn’t going to like this one bit, and she didn’t care.
She entered the house with a lot lighter step than she’d left, anticipation turning her grin into something slightly evil.
He wasn’t going to know what hit him.
