Page 72 of A Rancher's Heart
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Tamara blinked in surprise. “Who?”
“My brother.”
Oh boy. Nope—not discussing this. “Of course. Caleb’s a fine man and a good father.”
Dustin tilted his head and gave her a dirty look. “That’s not what I meant, and you know it.”
She couldn’t help it. She snickered before raising a brow and giving him a pointed look. “Don’t you have some little girls waiting to be tucked in by the Dust-man?”
He paused, his expression far more like Caleb’s than usual, before giving up and turning toward the hallway.
A second before he stepped from the room, though, and his parting shot sent her teetering once again. “I wouldn’t mind if you liked him.”
