Page 57 of A Rancher's Heart
Warning bells must have finally filtered through his thick skull because for once his brother headed out without making a smartass closing remark.
Caleb and Tamara were left alone in the relative quiet of the barn. He glanced at her.
Her lips twitched.
“I didn’t want you to kill him,” Caleb explained.
“Good timing on the interruption, then, because I had a feeling he was about to make some crack about Kelli having PMS.”
He bit down his amusement. “You know how to operate a backhoe, don’t you?”
Laughter burst free. “Are you offering me forty acres of unmarked land to bury the body?”
“Possibly.”
She slapped a hand on his shoulder good-naturedly. “Fine. You’ve saved him for another day. I don’t get how your brother can be so smart ninety-nine percent of the time then completely stupid.”
“Prolonged puberty.” He winked and watched as surprise rippled over her face.
And that bubble of somethingotherrose in his gut again, and he didn’t know what to do with it.
So he turned his back and grabbed the rake, working far more vigorously than necessary.
By the time the dust settled and he glanced from the pen, he was alone.
