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Dean Dixon as the bar in her mind for Texas Tomcat, nobody
else was going to do. Not the men who were showing up here in a few
hours for the photo shoot, and not the hundreds of others she had
considered. She would just have to figure out how to make Dean want to be the man to represent the line.
    Somehow she didn’t think money was going to do
the trick. Dean Dixon seemed like a pretty down-to-earth—no
earthy—kind of guy. Which is why he was perfect for the job. He was
damned good looking, but there wasn’t an ounce of flash to him. He
was what he was and if anyone didn’t like it, they could kiss his
ass. Watching that ass in those jeans walking out that door made
her want to bite it instead of kiss it. It was
perfection.
    Cord shot her a sympathetic glance, before he
followed right behind his brother out of the door. Tina sat there
stunned, wondering why it had to be him. The odds of her convincing
Dean Dixon to be her model were about the same as the odds of her
being made president of Texas Tomboy. She’d be better off buying a
lottery ticket.
    With a sigh, she reached for one of the rubber
boots that Cord had sat beside the chair. She slid her uninjured
foot down into the long neck of the boot and found out the boots
were about one size too big for her. Not surprising really. Not
many women had feet the size of a ten-year-old girl. She grabbed
the other boot and slid her bandaged foot down into the throat,
flinching as pain shot up her calf. She picked up her shoes, then
went out to get Laney out of the car. As they walked to the
bunkhouse, Tina thought about Dean Dixon again.
    Maybe Hope could help her figure it out later.
Give her some advice on how to approach the totally unapproachable
man. Right now though, Tina needed to talk to her about the photo
shoot. She limped toward the porch in the too big boots, picturing
photos in her head, but none of them included the two men who would
be here at ten o’clock.

CHAPTER THREE
     
    At ten o’clock her assistant and stylist,
Belinda, and Paulo, her hair guy, showed up together. The models
didn’t arrive until almost eleven o’clock. She helped Hope get her
equipment out and sorted, but their organization went all to hell
once Paulo and Belinda brought in their stuff in big duffle bags,
and began laying things out.
    “ Get them their clothes so they can
change,” Tina said to Belinda, casting a sharp look at the two men
standing beside Paulo shooting the breeze. They didn’t have time
for breezes. Those guys were late and she was not happy. “Paulo
make the hair quick. We need to get started. Half the day is gone
now.”
    “ I’m sorry we’re late,” Brandon
Sanchez said with an eye roll, as he took the jeans and t-shirt
from Belinda. “He was late picking me up.”
    “ Because you didn’t answer the
phone when I called,” Joshua Gleason snapped.
    “ Because I was in the fucking
shower,” Brandon shot back.
    “ Because you were still in the
bed,” Joshua corrected with some neck action, taking a step toward
Brandon. “You had to shower when I got to your apartment, dude.
Don’t you lay this off on me! Unlike you, I am a
professional!”
    All she needed were bruised and bloody models,
and it looked like these two were about to go to fist city. “This
isn’t accomplishing anything! Get your asses dressed!” Tina yelled
just as the front door flew inward and Dean Dixon walked inside. He
didn’t look happy.
    “ Where the hell is Cord?” he
demanded.
    Tina crossed her arms over her chest and
asked, “How the hell would I know? It’s not my day to watch
him.”
    “ Obviously it’s not your day to
watch your kid either,” Dean shot back. “That girl has been
bothering the crap out of me all morning!” He stepped to the side
and pulled Laney inside the bunkhouse. Her lower lip trembled and
it looked like the usually happy child might cry at any moment.
Anger shot through Tina, as she unfolded her arms and walked over
to Dean and pulled