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electricity would be the furthest thing from his mind though.  His mortgage note would be due then, and if he couldn't pay it, he would lose everything.  As much as he hated collection calls, they were necessary now if he was going to save his business and home. 
    Wes was a veterinarian, not an accountant.  Animals were his first priority, not balancing his books or worrying about if a farmer could pay him before he treated their animals.  Whoever he hired this time would have the bookkeeping experience he didn't have, and the drive to keep up with the collections.  That was going to be the first qualification he looked for. 
    The front door opened and closed.  Wes figured it was Trey and his mother coming back from dinner at the hamburger joint in town.  "In here, sport, did you have fun with Nana?" he yelled, but didn't get up, he had to keep going on this billing.
    "It's me, Wes," Rocky yelled as her boot heels clicked across the tile in the outer office.  The sound of a second set of boot heels behind her had him wondering if her fiancé Ethan was with her, but the steps were light so he doubted it.
    "What the heck are you still doing out--" Rocky stopped midsentence as her eyes scanned his desk.  Earlier when she left it had been neat and organized, now it looked like a bomb had gone off.  "Holy hell, Wes, you need a match?" The question was followed by a snort and a shake of her head.
    That would definitely solve his immediate problem of having to look at the mess too, but then he would just have to start over again.  "What I need is for you to say you came back to tell me you changed you mind about leaving."
    Her smile faded.  "I can't, Wes," Rocky said.  With another attempt at a smile, she added cheerfully, "But I think I've solved your problem. 
    Someone moved behind her, and he saw she was flanked by another blonde who was a little shorter and a helluva lot more curvy.  Rocky glanced back at the woman.  "Come in here," she ordered grabbing the woman's arm to pull her front and center.
    "Wes, this is my sister Leigh Ann, she's going to be your new assistant."
    Intense blue eyes met his, and their impact hit him in the solar plexus like a sledgehammer.  Her face flushed then she licked her soft pink mouth to slick it with moisture, and that sledgehammer hit him lower.  Her posture correct, her words practiced and well modulated like a queen, she began, "It's a pleasure to meet--"
    Rocky jabbed her in the ribs with an elbow, and she stopped to glance up at her sister.  Some kind of strange sister or woman telepathy went on between them, then after clearing her throat, she tried again, "Hi Wes, glad to meet you." 
    The soft southern drawl wrapped around his name sent his blood pressure up a few notches.  She punctuated her words with a blindingly bright smile that would make any actress proud, and it went off the charts.  Like soldiers, every tooth was perfectly aligned and cozy with its neighbor, the overall affect mesmerizing.  Wes was definitely mesmerized by it. 
    A sensation like he had heard people describe as someone walking over his grave sent a chill racing up his spine.  He felt like he'd met this woman somewhere before, but knew he hadn't.  He definitely would have remembered her.
    Like he was moving in slow motion, Wes set his pen down beside the stack of manila folders on his desk to stand and extend his hand out to her, but his eyes slid to her fascinating mouth again.
    Leigh Ann Baker took two halting steps forward, then steadied her gait to glide regally toward him.  Once she was in motion, Wes had much better things to appreciate than her mouth, if that was possible.  Like the substantial cleavage showing over the top of her white tank top.  Her curvy hips as they gave her tight blue jeans a run for their money.  And her small waist where her ugly green overshirt was tied.  Unconsciously, Wes wiggled his fingers wanting to see if his hands could fit around her