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improvement.”
    “That’s nice of you to say, but—”
    “I didn’t say it to be nice,” he said.
    “I know, but...” She was getting desperate. How long was he going to stand there and stare at her and talk about her looks? What did he see when he looked at her besides the bruises and the swelling? Just a city girl come to interfere with his way of life? What she saw was a virile, sexy horseman who she needed in the worst way to make a go of her fledgling company.
    “About my proposal,” she continued.
    “The answer is no. Absolutely not. You can go home now.”
    “I’m not going home until I find my Wild Mustang Man.” She gave a cursory glance around at the ranchers huddled in groups around the corral, who were pointing at this horse and that, loudly discussing their merits. But none of them looked like her Wild Mustang Man. None of them looked like Josh Gentry.
    “Want me to introduce you to any of the guys?” he asked, noting her interest with a mocking smile.
    She straightened her shoulders. “No, thanks. I can manage on my own.” With that she strode off purposefully toward a knot of wranglers, reminding herself that the future of her business rested on finding the right man for the product. At this point all she wanted to do was escape the scrutiny of Mr. Gentry and show him she didn’t need him. To do that she would have walked into a den of lions. Instead she walked into a den of cowboys.
    “Um...excuse me, gentlemen?”
    They suddenly stopped talking and stared at her.
    “I was wondering—” Oh, Lord, she couldn’t, she just couldn’t talk about men’s cologne to this group. She could tell by the looks on their faces it was completely out of the question. They would laugh her right out of there. “I was wondering if you could advise me on a horse to buy.”
    “Why, sure,” one man said, tipping his hat politely. “What did you have in mind?”
    “In mind? Why, something gentle, I mean—”
    Their raucous laughter drowned out her words.
    “Honey, you come to the wrong place for a gentle horse. See, these here horses are wild. You gotta go to one hell of a lot of work to tame them, and even then they might not be what you’d call gentle.”
    “I see,” Bridget said, nodding thoughtfully. “Well, thank you. I appreciate your advice. It was nice, um...talking to you.” With a polite smile she backed away and walked quickly to the other side of the corral, trying to lose herself in the crowd, hoping, praying that Josh had left and had not witnessed the fiasco she had just initiated.
    Josh was supposed to be looking for a horse. That was why he was there, after all, but his attention was not on the horseflesh in the corral. He couldn’t tear his eyes from the woman in the slim new jeans and the form-fitting T-shirt who was making her way around the corral. He wasn’t the only one watching her. Other men watched—they not only watched, they stopped her, smiled at her and spoke to her.
    He shouldn’t be surprised. She was the best-looking woman to arrive on the scene in Harmony, Nevada, for some time. Maybe ever. She stood out like a long-stemmed red rose in the midst of a hayfield.
    Had she found her stupid Wild Mustang Man yet? He hoped so. He hoped she’d convinced some poor fool to do it so she’d leave him alone and he could get back to whatever it was he did in his real life.
    She was talking to Tex Woodruff at that very moment. He’d taken his hat off and he was looking at her as if she was just the prettiest little thing he’d ever seen. That’s probably what he was saying to her, if he knew Tex. The man had a mustache a mile wide and a line a mile long. Not a bad rider though. He’d make a great Wild Mustang Man. Which had probably occurred to her by now. Which was why she was still talking to him after five minutes. She was looking up at him as if he’d assured her he was the greatest rider in the West. He was good. Josh didn’t like the way he treated his horses,