Made in Texas!

“As seriously as you do, evidently.” Breathe, just breathe.

But when he came all the way up onto the porch, breathing wasn’t easy. Plus, he was making her skin do funny things, raising goose bumps and causing her fine hairs to stand on end.

If he noticed the evidence on her bare arms, he didn’t say anything.

“Promise me you’ll let me know if you need help with any of this mess,” he said.

“I’ve got it covered.”

Brother, did he have a lot to learn about her.

His voice lowered. “I’m being serious. Just give a yell if you need me for anything.”

She wasn’t sure they were talking about family business anymore.

“Thanks, but no thanks.” She rose from the swing, and it creaked, as if in protest.

As she passed him on her way to the door, she smelled that saddle soap on his skin, and it filled her head, making her dizzy.

A chuckle stopped her in her tracks, and she glanced over her shoulder to find him shaking his head.

“What?” she asked.

“You’re what we call a ‘firebrand’ out here.”

“I guess that just means if you insist on getting in my business anymore, you’re going to get burned.”

He laughed, and the dimples made a grand appearance, tweaking her heart with sparks that showered down until they settled in her belly.

But just as quickly, she shoved the ridiculous feelings aside.

Not her type. Never would be. And just as soon as she got back to the city, it’d be much easier to remember that fact.