Chapter 4
“You showed,” I said, with raised eyebrows.
“You didn’t think I would?” he asked, smiling at me.
“Never said that.”
“A real cowboy always shows and is never late.”
“You must be a realcowboy, then,” I said, sounding like a smartass without really meaning to.
He laid his hand nonchalantly over his star-shaped Buckling Broncos belt buckle and asked, “You going to let me in?”
I stepped aside and welcomed him into my world. I noticed that he removed his Stetson. As he passed me, I couldn’t help but check out his ass, snug in denim, well-rounded, and perfectly acceptable.
The Stockton County man checked out my place from wall to wall; thank God it was tidy. I’d always wanted to have someone clean it regularly, like Mr. Hepburn on the seventh floor, but I didn’t have the bank account for it. K&D Design paid well, but not thatwell. Besides, it really never got that dirty, truth be told. I never was a sow, and had no plans to start acting like one any time soon.