Ropin' Hearts: The Boot Knockers Ranch, Book 4 Read Online Free PDF

front fluttering open. He clamped his hands into fists to keep from grabbing those skimpy pink ties and knotting them. If he had his way, he’d construct a rope chastity belt for her before sending her back to her daddy.
    “You’re like some kind of ranch guard dog,” she snapped.
    He stared at her profile—rounded cheeks, button nose. Sultry lips. In another few minutes those plush pink lips would have been all over Cameron.
    Ty huffed out a breath. “When the ranch needs guarding from young country girls who don’t belong here, yeah.”
    She threw him a glare before yanking her top over her head. Blonde hair caught in the neck, but she didn’t bother to pull it free. Instead, she tied up her panties then poured herself into the tightest jeans he’d ever seen.
    “What are you gonna do with me?” she asked, pulling up her zipper. He felt every damn vibration of the metal teeth in his groin. Hell, this woman was going to kill him.
    “You’re going home.”
    She met his gaze, gray-blue eyes flashing. A heartbeat passed between them, long enough for him to get control of his arousal and remember his irritation.
    “Get your boots on.”
    “Do you do anything but boss people around? ‘Get out of here, get your boots on.’ Do this, do that.”
    “I take charge when it’s necessary. Otherwise, I can be the best friend you’ve ever had.”
    Her blue gaze slid his way as she tugged on a boot. “I doubt that.” The minute she had both boots over her trim calves, she took off.
    He caught up to her in a few strides, feeling the effects of seeing her ass in tight jeans and remembering the silk fluttering away from her pussy, revealing a shadow of hair.
    Taking her by the upper arm, he forced her to walk beside him.
    “I’ll leave on my own.”
    “I don’t trust you. See, you’ve tried to steal from us twice now.”
    She whirled, hair flying. A strand caught on her lip, drawing his gaze. “Steal?”
    “Yeah, what we have to offer is a service you must pay for. You’re trying to take without paying.”
    “What are you, the business manager?”
    “No, but this ranch is my life. I’ll do whatever I can to keep it profitable.”
    She snorted and tried to pull her arm free. “Do you have a damn business degree now?”
    “Yeah, I do.”
    Her step faltered.
    “You think we’re all dumb muscles down here, don’t you? Not really cowboys. And we don’t have brains.” His shirt really did feel too tight now. He felt he’d burst the seams as his lungs puffed with anger. It didn’t help that each breath filled his head with her sweet, soapy smell.
    When she didn’t respond, he went on. “I’ve known girls like you before.”
    “Yeah? What am I like?”
    “Entitled. You think because your daddy has money you deserve whatever you want. Even if you have to take it.”
    “Not true,” she bit off.
    “Why don’t you ask your father for money for a Boot Knocker of your own? Or would Mommy be disappointed in her precious daughter paying for a man?”
    She stopped dead, and he almost yanked her arm. When he looked at her face, he saw what he’d said was very wrong. Tears sparked in her eyes. “My mother is dead. Cancer, my third year of college.”
    “Shit, I’m sorry, Bree.”
    “Shut up, you ass.”
    He released her arm and they walked across the field toward the ridge. He felt like a real piece of shit. Why did she rile him so much? He normally kept his cool, but she got under his skin.
    “I lost my grandmother to—”
    She cut him off. “I don’t care. Leave me alone, Ty.”
    He liked her mad at him rather than hurt and mad. “Whatever you say, sugar tits.”
    That did it.
    With a roar, she turned and launched herself at him. He watched her fists battering his chest for a blink before gripping her wrists and pinning them behind her back. She twisted in his hold, resorting to using her sharp, little cowgirl boots.
    He looked deep into her eyes. “If you kick me, you’re gonna be sorry.”
    “If