What kind of gentleman went outside in the sun for that long with no shirt? Ravenel’s lips quirked as he saw her expression. A twinkle of arrogant amusement appeared in his eyes. “Farmwork,” he said in a matter-of-fact tone. “And I do some quarrying.” “Half naked?” Garrett asked tartly, setting the transfuser on an expanse of clean linen. “I’ve been loading rock into horse carts,” he said. “Which suits my intellectual capacity perfectly. But it’s too hot for a shirt.”
