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the ranch? You’ve got to
help out.” He gives me a squeeze and whispers in my ear, “Besides, I want you
to get to know Dallas a little better. I think you’ll really like him.”
    Shit. I bite my lip and look up into Connor’s naughty,
knowing smile. Then I kiss him and head off to change.
    *****
    By the time I arrive at the barn, Connor and Dallas are
about half-finished. Connor throws me a pair of leather work gloves, points to
where the shovels are hung up on the wall and puts me to work. Yep, I’m
shovelling shit and, believe it or not, with these two men, it’s actually kind
of fun. With Wade not around, Dallas comes out of his shell, laughing and
joking with Connor and me, making crude comments and sexual innuendos about
everything under the sun, including the size of their new stallion’s cock.
    “The mares take one look at him and make a run for it,”
Connor laughs.
    “All except Dixie,” Dallas says. “She’s always flirting
across the fence from him.”
    “Dixie? Hey Tess, isn’t that your middle name?”
    “Smart ass,” I say as I shovel a pile of dung onto Connor’s
boot instead of into the wheelbarrow.
    “Smart ass?” he says, kicking off the pile of manure. “You
know I speak nothing but the truth.” Then he winks at me and nods in Dallas’s
direction. “As much as you’re like Dixie, Dallas over there is a dead ringer
for Midnight Run.”
    “Shut the fuck up,” Dallas says with a half-smile.
    “Midnight Run?”  I ask.
    “The new stallion.”
    “No kidding?” I eye the front of Dallas’s jeans but he’s
resting the handle of his shovel in front of himself, obstructing my view.
    “Maybe if you’re nice to him, he’ll let you take a look,”
Connor says, propping his elbow on my shoulder.
    I’m pretty sure Dallas is blushing as he turns away and I
smile in response. When I go to move out from under Connor’s arm, he’s got a
grip on my shirt and I don’t get far. I should have known he’d retaliate for
the pile of manure on his boot. Tugging on the neck of my shirt, he dumps a
handful of straw down my back.
    “Hey!” I quickly yank my shirttails out of my jeans and
shake the bottom to remove the prickly straw.
    Connor laughs as he shovels the last bit of refuse into the
wheelbarrow. Dallas takes it out back while Connor turns on the hose to wash
everything down.
    “Hey Tess,” he calls.
    “What?” I ask, walking over to him, still pulling at the
back of my shirt to remove the last bits of straw.
    “Don’t get in my way or I’ll hose you down.” He flicks the
nozzle in my direction and douses me.
    “You bastard!” I cry out, startled but still laughing.
    “Oh shit,” Dallas says when he comes back into the barn.
Dodging bursts of spray, he runs over to join me. “Not this again. It’s a
miracle any work gets done on this ranch.”
    “No shit.” I glance up at Dallas. There’s no mistaking the
look of fondness he sends Connor’s way. It seems to me that working with
Connor, day in and day out, would make anyone’s stay at the ranch a lot of fun.
Particularly if you had the opportunity to share his bed as well.
    “Come on,” Dallas says, pulling me out of the line of fire
of another blast from the hose. “I want to introduce you to someone.” We duck
out the door just before getting drenched and Dallas leads me to a corral
behind the barn.
    Dancing and tossing his mane out in the ring is the most
beautiful horse I’ve ever seen. He’s big and black and shiny. That’s about the
extent of my horse knowledge.
    “That’s Midnight Run,” Dallas says and by the tone of his
voice, I know he not only loves working on the ranch, he loves working with the
animals.
    Damn. I’m starting to like Dallas a whole hell of a lot. I
sneak a glance down at his jeans. Nothing’s covering him up now and from the
size of the bulge, Connor wasn’t kidding. Yep, my fondness for him has
certainly grown if the tingling heat hidden behind the fly of my Levi’s is