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shoulders, looking her in the eye. "I said a dumb thing. I'm too tired to think right now. I'll apologize to Marcy tomorrow, after I've had some sleep."
    Patty nodded. "Good." Then she shrugged away from him and rushed back to the dining room.
    Ramon left the kitchen immediately and headed upstairs to take a shower. Hopefully it would clear his mind and wake him up enough to get some work done.

     
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    A few hours after dinner, Marcy was unpacking in her bedroom upstairs. Enjoying her first moment alone since she arrived.
    She couldn't stop thinking about what an ass Ramon was. And not just his silly insult about her weight. The way he groaned and sighed all the way through dinner. No wonder Isaac liked him so much. He probably didn't notice Ramon was a grouch.
    And Cara was absolutely right—Ramon was a jerk, and his attitude was a massive disappointment.
    But he was also, unfortunately, way hotter than Cara originally described him months earlier.
    Suddenly there was a knock at the door and a loud whisper. " Hey ." Knock, knock, knock .
    "Who's there?" she asked.
    A throat cleared. " Ramon ."
    Flustered, Marcy said, "Come in, I guess. It's unlocked."
    The door creaked open. Ramon walked in wearing flannel pajama pants and a white T-shirt. "Hey."
    She imitated his abrupt tone. "Hey."
    He looked around the room as if he was uncomfortable. "Uh… I told Patty I was gonna wait till tomorrow to apologize but I heard you through the wall and figured I'd get it over with now."
    "Thanks," she said, sarcastically.
    "Damn it. I didn't mean it like that. Now I remember why I was gonna wait." He ran his fingers through his tousled hair.
    She waited patiently and put a blouse on a hanger, trying not to be obvious that she was giving his hard, lean body a thorough once-over. His chiseled chest and abs were on full display through that thin material.
    He sat at the foot of the bed, hunched forward. "Please forgive me. We got off on the wrong foot. I've barely slept in days. I'm bound to say anything when I'm like this. I didn't mean what you heard me say in the kitchen. I was just talkin' outta my ass. I'm really sorry."
    She shrugged. "It's fine. I knew what to expect from you."
    "Hmm. Cara hates me, doesn't she?"
    Marcy ignored the question.
    Ramon said, "It's okay. I can tell. I'm used to it. Women usually hate me."
    "And why is that, you think?" She lifted her eyebrows, as if she didn't know the answer.
    "I'm blunt. Can't help it. Just how I am."
    "Blunt." She chuckled. "You mean, straightforward? Outspoken?"
    "Yeah."
    "Honest."
    He gave her a little smirk, ignoring her question.
    Marcy said, "So, you honestly think I'm a cow?"
    "Aw, fuck." He rolled his eyes, then focused them on her. "Cows are money to me. Cows paid for this house, this land. But you women… I swear." He scoffed. "You know, if I wanted to call you 'fat' I would've called you a pig."
    With wide eyes, Marcy said, "Wow."
    Ramon scoffed. "What? That's not an insult. It's just a description." He leaned forward. "I don't know what you think you heard, but I didn't call you a cow. I called you 'short and stocky.' Which you are."
    She took a deep breath to stay calm. "Wow, again," she muttered. "Tell me something I don't know."
    "Hey." Showing a sexy smile, he scooted closer to her and placed a hand on her arm. "I didn't say it was a bad thing, did I?"
    She shivered at his touch, steeling her voice to sound casual. "It sure didn't sound like a compliment."
    He shrugged and pulled away. "Guess it depends on the source. Personally, I have no idea why women are always starvin' themselves. I need somethin' to hold on to." He made a grabbing gesture with his hands. "And if I may be honest, again, I think you're really cute."
    "Cute? How old are you? Ten?"
    He looked away, laughing, then said, "Okay. Pretty." Voice lowered, he added, "Sexy. You're very sexy to me."
    Is he hitting on me, or testing me?
    Marcy had a test of her own. It was something she'd seen in a movie