She has what he needs ... in every sense of the word.
Evan Ross is desperate. If he fails to acquire a few specific properties for his boss, he'll lose everything he owns. Standing between him and his salvation? One rebellious, stubborn, and sexy-as...
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Saturday, April 13th
Evan zipped up his soft-shell vest and put on his straw hat. The weatherman said morning clouds would give way to sun by noon, but judging by the thick bands of gray streaming overhead, he believed they were full of shit and it would start raining any minute.
He strolled down a closed off street toward Hampa's square. People hustled around him—some with folding chairs, some without—no doubt eager to claim an optimal spot to view the parade. Thanks to Mayor Schmidt, Evan would have one of the better views up on the music stage with the town's other VIPs.
The greasy aroma of deep fried something drifted under his nose. Dani told him there'd be food trucks. She didn't say any of them would be healthy.
His growling stomach wasn't as picky as his palate.
I suppose one day of fried food isn't as bad as a week's worth of junk food from the gas station.
"Mamaaa!" a little boy cried.
Evan glanced to his left to see a child's motorized tractor stuck on the street curb. He hurried over. "Hey buddy, nice rig you got there."
The pint-size rancher looked over his shoulder, nose wrinkling as he sized up Evan.
"Can you take your foot off the gas pedal for me?"
A young woman in a blue flowered sundress jogged over. "Oh my gosh, Petey. What happened honey?"
Evan's gaze bounced from her face, to her unadorned left hand, then back to her face.
He doffed his hat. "Morning, miss. Seems as though the little man turned too wide and got his trailer hung up. Understandable with the load he's carrying."
Evan smiled, motioning to the bale of hay tied to the front end loader and the chicken coop inside the toy trailer.
"He's lucky it didn't jackknife on him and turn those chickens into chicken nuggets. I'll get him fixed up in a jiffy."
"Thank you so much, mister?"
"I'm Evan."
"Pleased to me you, Evan." She bowed her head but kept eye contact. "I'm Skylar and that's my boy, Petey."
Sure, she's pretty but—
In a span of three seconds, Evan had taken in her polished appearance from her painted on face, coordinating country accessories, to her flirty smile.
If that doesn't scream high maintenance, I don't know what does. Don't care, I'm with Dani.
Kind of.
Sort of.
"The pleasure is all mine." He pressed his hat back on then bent over to lift the metal pin connecting the toy trailer from the tractor. The larger chicken in tow stretched upward and flapped her wings, sending tiny feathers into the air.
