Cowboy Bargain (The Dalton Boys book 2)
“He didn’t walk—he strutted, muscles rolling like a predatory animal’s. His jeans hung nice and low on his hips, and he wore a big silver belt buckle with a steer skull. Tiny engraved letters arched over the steer horns, but she couldn’t make out the words. If she tried, she’d be caught staring at his crotch.
His plaid shirt was rolled over thick forearms, sinewy from hard work and spattered with dark hairs and a few freckles.
His face should have a whole chapter dedicated to the book of Cash. She didn’t know where to start. His cowboy hat—dark brown and slightly battered—was pulled low enough over his eyes that Maya wanted to push it back and look at him fully. A man’s soul was in his eyes, and she needed to know whether or not to trust him.
Sure, she was hypnotized by the dark hair shadowing his square jaw. And just how hard were his lips? They looked as if they were chiseled from stone. Or marble.
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