“The guys get slivers all the time. I’m a pro at removing them at this point,” I add, trying to sweeten up my offer. Sighing, she nods behind me toward the house. “Fine. But you have to finish telling me about why you wanted to work on the ranch so young while you’re performing surgery on my finger.” “I’ll tell you anything you want to know, darlin’,” I promise without a second thought.
