Page 9 of A Rancher's Heart
Sasha sat motionless for a moment before demanding, “How’d you know I wasn’t Emma?”
“I think the more important question is, why were you pretending to be her?”
Brown eyes narrowed evilly before Sasha turned all sweetness and light, bestowing a chilling smile on Tamara. “She’s my sister, and I don’t like people being mean to her.”
“So you were checking out the new nanny to see if I was a meanie?”
Sasha nodded.
Tamara dipped her chin in approval. “Good for you.”
Sasha gave her an unreadable look.
“We can discuss this more later, but I do need you to get me those bags. I can’t walk out there in nothing but a towel. One of those girl things, right? You know about that.”
Sasha’s feet hit the floor. She marched forward, opened the door without another word and slipped out, all the while keeping an intense watch on Tamara.
Oh, yeah, this was going to be interesting.
