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a large, white pickup—its doors emblazoned with the Shadow Maverick Ranch brand—eased to a stop between her and the fancy sports car.
    Great. Just what she needed. Another arrogant male to deal with. Doesn’t anyone sleep in on Sunday anymore?
    At least this put to rest her vision of Clayton lingering with the slutty redhead. If there had even been a slutty redhead. God help her, she hoped not.
    “I strongly advise you to reconsider, Ms. Russell.” Mr. Johnson turned back to her, dismissing the truck all together. “I’m prepared to make you a handsome offer.”
    Ainsley held her tongue as Clayton emerged from the truck. He removed his hat and tossed it onto the seat before slamming the door shut. His midnight hair fell in sexy disarray over his forehead. She forced herself to stop gawking at the way his tight gray T-shirt stretched over his muscular chest and focused instead on the weasel in front of her.
    “You, personally, or your company?”
    Mr. Johnson huffed, causing his cheeks to jiggle. He pulled a handkerchief from his jacket and dabbed at the perspiration on his face. “My company, of course.”
    Of course.
    Clayton sauntered around the front of the truck. Tight jeans hugged muscled thighs as he rested a boot against the bottom porch step. He made no move to climb the steps to join her.
    “Mornin’, Ainsley.” The rich, deep timbre washed over her like warm honey. He raised a brow at the gun she now cradled. “Everything okay?”
    Despite the heat, her nipples tightened against the soft cotton of her tank. Fantasies from her sleepless night jumped front and center. Clayton’s mouth on every inch of her body, tasting, sucking, driving her crazy for his possession. “Everything is fine, Clayton. Thank you,” she ground out.
    Why he’d concern himself was a mystery to go along with why the hell he was standing at the base of her porch.
    First things first.
    “I hate to disappoint you, Mr. Johnson.” Ainsley was sick to death of dealing with men who wanted what belonged to her. “Again, you’ve wasted your time. Nelson Ranch isn’t for sale. And save yourself the trip, it won’t be for sale tomorrow, either. Or the day after.”
    “Ms. Russell.” Johnson sighed as though Ainsley were a troublesome child. “You are in over your head here. The whole county knows it. With all due respect, it’s in your best interest to hear what I have to say. Preferably in private, if you please.”
    The only person who had Ainsley’s best interests at heart was herself. The guy’s holier-than-thou attitude pissed her off. The reason for her being awake all night leaned casually against her porch rail and didn’t help her mood any.
    “Mr. Johnson.” Ainsley slipped into the haughty tone she’d perfected the two years she’d spent in Boston as a teen. “ With all due respect , please remove yourself from my property. Now you’re wasting my time, and I have very little to spare.”
    Mr. Johnson squared his shoulders, his eyes narrowed to a sneer. “You’re all alone out here. Ranching can be a dangerous business for a woman.”
    “Now that sounds like a threat.” Clayton’s lazy drawl drew Mr. Johnson’s attention.
    “Just stating the facts,” he told Clayton before his beady eyes shifted back to her. “Face it, Ms. Russell. You’re going to lose this ranch. It’s your choice whether you leave with some cash in your pocket or you leave with nothing. I’m offering you a favorable solution.”
    Ainsley’s temper soared. Solution, her ass. He didn’t give a shit about her. No one did. She was done being intimidated.
    “Let me guess. You’ve got what you deem a fair sum of cash to offer? An amount that would wash all my worries away?”
    Johnson’s cheeks flamed.
    Yeah, she thought so.
    She didn’t care about money. Money couldn’t buy what she craved. “You aren’t offering me a solution, Mr. Johnson. You’re giving me an ultimatum. I’ve asked you nicely to leave. Next time I