“Dolly is a goddamn treasure. I’d never insult her. But she’s not out here riding horses and working cattle in her big fancy getups, is she?” Mollie’s eyes go a little wide as they move over the horse. “Working cattle? That mean what I think it does?” I meet Sawyer’s gaze. It’s all I can do not to grin. She’s gonna hate this. “Means we’re handling the cows. Moving them from pasture to pasture. Takin’ care of sick cattle, finding lost ones, that kind of thing.” Wyatt leans an elbow against the stall. “For the record, Miss Luck, I like the look.” I don’t. She’s gonna be uncomfortable and hot as
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