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resigned herself to the fact that she looked like a powdered-up Pippi Longstocking.
     
    She let out a breath and opened the door.
     
    Dex smiled down at her, stifling a grin at her adorable appearance. “I just wanted to check on you, make sure you have everything you need.”
     
    “I do,” Cynthia said, too aware he was almost laughing. 
     
    “Well I didn’t expect to have company,” she sighed, a hand planted firmly on her hip.
     
    “I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to intrude.”
     
    “No intrusion at all,” Cynthia offered. “Thank you for coming by.”
     
    “You have a good night, and if you need anything, I’m just steps down the trail.”
     
    “Thank you but I think I’ll be fine tonight, Mr. Callahan,” she said, feigning being irritated at him being amused, when all she really wanted to do was invite him in.
     
    But she didn’t.
     
    “Alright, goodnight then – Ms. Alexander.”
     
    “Goodnight,” Cynthia closed the door behind him.
     
    “ Lord have mercy,” she said to herself. “That is a fine man.” A dark t-shirt gripped at bulging biceps, and faded blue jeans draped what was surely an illegal frame.
     
    Cynthia waved her hands back and forth as embers of wanton began licking at her moistening softness. It had been, dare she admit, months since she’d thought about sex and even longer than that since she’d actually had any. 
     
    But Dex Callahan definitely had her mind firmly in the gutter.  Enjoying the titillating thoughts swirling around in her head that did not have to do with a case file, Cynthia decided at that moment she would make a conscious effort to relax and fully enjoy this vacation. She knew once she got back to the city, it would be a long time before she took another day off, so she sauntered into the great room, poured herself a little glass of sherry, and put her feet up on the comfortable tufted lounge.
     
    She couldn’t help it, though; like a drug, her mind flitted to her work and Eric Jackson.  Though the competing candidate did not have the client roster or the hours, he did have the stuff good attorneys are made of. She couldn’t deny that … and he was male.
     
    Cynthia knew she’d have to outperform his little butt threefold, and she was prepared to do just that. A couple weeks of fresh air and open land could be just what she needed to feel rejuvenated before she went back to the hustle and bustle of San Francisco.
     
    She took another sip of her sherry.   “Good trip already,” she said, not realizing what lay ahead.
     

Chapter 5
     
    Dex couldn’t help but smile as he remembered the pretty lady in Martin and Thelma’s home. After he tossed his ranch clothes into the tall hamper next to the large porcelain tub in his master bedroom suite, he eased his hulking naked frame into the steaming water.
     
    A deep grimace escaped him as he bared the pain left by the stallion throwing him from his saddle earlier that day.
     
    Something about Thelma’s friend tugged at his heart. It had been a long time since he’d seen a woman that interested him, and longer still since he’d entertained the idea of asking one out on a proper date.
     
    He couldn’t deny for some reason meeting Cynthia made him think about settling down. It was time. He was 41, and thanks to his adoptive parents, he along with his sister Apple, owned most of the land in and around Sheppard County. Growing older, he knew time didn’t wait for anyone. But as an adopted child, he struggled with trust, commitment, and feeling connected.
     
    Cynthia’s pretty face filled his senses as the hot water circled his muscles and penetrated his bruised skin.   Their eyes had only locked for a few seconds, but he had the strangest feeling they needed each other. 
     
    Maybe it was because she was African American.
     
    He had dated more than a few women casually, but most of them had been during his years as a football player. At MSU, most of the women had not