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princess. I work hard and I play hard and I go about my business and try not to hurt anyone."
    He looked exasperated, huffing out in a breath, "Then what's with the hippie-mobile and the crazy shit you eat?"
    "I care about the earth and I don't want to wreck it," I yelled. And I made sure everyone knew it by my actions. My life was a political statement.
    "Neither do I," he argued back. "That's why I work a ranch."
    Hmm. He had a point.
    At this point we had moved closer to each other, unconsciously, our steps closing the gap between us until I stood in front of him, my belly going in and out, and I noticed the sheen of sweat from the hot day on his forehead, the way his hair flopped over and how shiny, dark, and thick it looked . . .
    No.
    I couldn’t do this. I couldn’t have a summer fling with this good-looking jerk. I wasn’t going to be the hypocrite, telling everyone my politics, living it out loud, but secretly perving on a bigot.
    "I just wish you’d stop calling me names," I said, looking up at him, my light brown eyes to his dark.
    He looked down at me, his hand reaching forward and then stopping. An emotion washed over his face that looked like desire.
    "If I do, can I kiss you?"
    Holy shit.
    It was desire.

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    "NO."
    The word was out of my mouth before I could articulate the reason why I didn't want Will to kiss me. The truth was, I wanted to kiss him, I wanted to explore that sensual mouth, get up close and personal, again, with the body I had slammed into when I first met him. I wanted to do more than kiss him. I wanted to feel every inch of his huge, hard body and I wanted him to satisfy the parts of me that tingled when I thought about him. I was suffering from withdrawal from not touching him, even though I'd just met him. Guess this is what happened when you met a man while he was naked.
    But still, no on the kiss. Or, as I thought more about it, perhaps hell no .
    His eye twitched. "What do you mean, no?" He paused, and then he smiled a sexy half smile. "So you'll kiss me anyway, even if I still call you names?" Now I was seeing a new side to him: Playful Will. I liked Playful Will as much, or more, as Naughty Sense of Humor Will and Mischievous Will. It balanced out Asshole Will and Conservative Will, and was intriguing. But no.
    "No. You're my boss." There, a concrete reason percolated to the surface of my brain and came out of my mouth.
    And threw cold water on everything, because I might be a party girl but I wasn’t stupid and I was not going to throw away a job that I really wanted for a guy no matter how handsome he was.
    "I'm not your boss," he said immediately and resolutely.
    Now it was my turn to twitch. "How's that?"
    "Your checks are signed by the Headlands Program, not the Ranch. I run the Ranch. Janine is your boss. Not me. You're just living on my land for the summer. The nonprofit has a separate board of directors from my family trust, provides its own staffing, and I donate the space, animals, and supplies."
    Well, that cleared one hurdle.
    I wondered why I threw so many hurdles up if there was no way in hell I’d ever be with a Republican.
    But still, the answer was no kissing, and I thought of more reasons why. "You chew."
    "So?"
    "It's disgusting."
    He stared at me and gave me a sort of chin lift. "What else you got?"
    The big one. The sin. The crime—at least in my way of thinking.
    "You're a Republican. I have never, to my knowledge, ever kissed a Republican."
    His grin was now a full smile, not a half smile, and honestly, it was dazzling, like before. "Let's try this. I'll give you a choice. We can continue arguing politics all summer—and I think we're a match for each other and I'm looking forward to the arguments, darlin'—and I don't lay a hand on you. Or, we can continue arguing politics all summer, but I can fuck your hot body whenever you want. Which do you pick?"
    I spasmed. His phone rang.
    "'lo?" He strolled off to the side to take his