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I swallowed. “Never mind, I took care of that one. And, yes, you shoot pretty straight. Quite a range too.”
    His head had snapped back against the headrest as he came, his mouth flying open and his eyes rolling back in his head, but he still managed a smile. “I can do better if I’m not dehydrated.”
    â€œWell, then…” Lowering the console, I reached between the seat backs and flipped up the lid on the cooler. Grabbing a bottle of water, I slapped it into his hand. “Drink up. If you don’t mind my asking—although since you’re my boy toy, I feel I have the right to know—what’s your turnaround time?”
    Twisting off the bottle cap, he shrugged. “I dunno…twenty minutes, maybe?”
    At sixty miles an hour, that was twenty miles.
    Damn. Maybe there really was at least one man alive who could actually fuck all the way to Jackson Hole—and out of all the people who must have passed by him as he trudged along the highway, lucky me, I had been the one to pick him up. For the first time in my life, I had an idea of how that girl in the flatbed Ford might have felt—and it was a very nice feeling—just as I’d always known it would be.
    â€œSounds good.” I patted his bare thigh. “Put your pants on and we’ll head for home.”
    â€œHow much farther did you say it was to the ranch?” He took a long swig from the bottle before pulling up his jeans. I’ll admit to being slightly disappointed when he zipped his fly and buckled his belt. I could hardly wait for his rampant penis to escape again.
    â€œAbout twenty minutes.”
    With two fucks when we get there.

Chapter 4
    Funny how things never seem to work out quite the way we think they should. For one thing, Troy didn’t clean my truck—well, maybe he did, but it only took a quick hit with a Kleenex to remove the evidence. With no one at the house to question where my stray cowboy had come from, all I had to do was show him in and direct him to the nearest shower. I helped him undress, of course, but a thorough examination of his feet only uncovered a few small blisters. This discovery, while fortunate for him, made my plan to keep him in the house for a few days unnecessary—which was un fortunate for me.
    While he was in the shower, I made use of the time to fabricate a better story to explain his sudden appearance. Although he wouldn’t have been the first cowboy to show up at the barn door looking for work, I figured I could say a friend had recommended him for a job while I was in town—perhaps even dropping him off at the ranch. That way there would be no need to explain why I’d picked him up on the highway. Whoever had driven by and honked must have assumed there was no one in the truck when I didn’t wave back. If asked, I could always say I’d dropped something and pulled over to the side of the road to retrieve it.
    At any rate, by the time Dad came back to the house, I was in the office discussing employment with a freshly showered and perfectly respectable cowboy. That I had stolen a few more kisses from him wouldn’t have been obvious to anyone. I’d wanted to watch him in the shower—perhaps even help him out. Unfortunately, I had no idea when Dad might be back, so I figured it was best not to get caught with him right off the bat. Alas, I was forced to let him shower alone.
    Sitting across the desk from Troy while we went over the paperwork was an exercise in self-restraint the likes of which I hadn’t experienced in quite some time. Knowing what he had hidden in those jeans and what thoughts lurked behind those fabulous blue eyes was enough to make me want to leap over the desk and do something .
    Since I wasn’t going to pay him any more than what the other hands were paid when they hired on, no one could accuse me of paying for sex. I only wished we’d had the opportunity to go over the