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discipline; they are for signaling your intentions.”
    “Oh,” she replied simply, accepting the spurs and kneeling to buckle them to her boots.
    “Better put the buckles on the outside or they’ll rub a blister on your feet,” he instructed softly.
    “Thanks,” she replied. She realized that he was a gentle teacher who assumed nothing, instructed honestly and yet still carried firmness in his directions came from a deep confidence and steady character. The picture of the drunk was fading rapidly as she began to see a completely different picture forming. She got down the chaps and hesitated to take down the rope as well. When she came out of the tack room, he reached out for the rope and tied it to her saddle.
    “We might have to take those in a little where they buckle on your legs,” he said. “Amy was a little chubbier than you are.”
    She noticed that his face seemed to redden a little with the implied admission that he had checked out her legs. She knew he had, but it was somehow charming to realize that in a roundabout way he had paid her a compliment. Amy was gorgeous and had what Reenie considered a perfectly proportioned body. To be more fit than Amy was quite flattering.
    “How are they?” he asked as she finished attaching the snaps and stood.
    “They’re okay,” she replied.
    “I better make sure,” he said. “We’ve got a long day ahead of us and anything that doesn’t fit right now will cause a hell of a lot of pain by dark tonight.”
    He didn’t hesitate and wait for her answer, but she soon felt his fingers adjusting the straps around her thighs. If she had been aroused before, perhaps ever in her life, it didn’t hold a candle to the arousal that she had in that moment. His firm hands were brushing against her thighs in a casual, industrious manner and she felt herself longing for him to be working on them and other intimate parts in a little more sensual manner.
    “That ought to do,” he said, standing again. His face was serious and revealed no sense of having been turned on by the close proximity of a very intimate part of her anatomy. He seemed to be concentrating on other things.
    They were ready to go, mounted and on their way out of the ranch yard when she noticed the rope on her saddle. What the hell was she going to do with a rope? “I don’t know how to use a rope,” she mentioned casually as he led off at a fast-paced trot.
    “Guess it’s about time you learned then,” he said, turning toward her grinning.
     

Chapter 8
     
    Had she been able to read Matt’s thoughts, she would have understood that he was far from as casual as he appeared on the outside. Inside he was a bundle of nerves and turmoil, however, those feelings would do him no good at all and so, he was able to master them and keep them under control as they carried on about the business of the day.
    He had fought back the urge that surged up inside of him when he had lingered about her tight, round ass, adjusting the straps of the chaps to fit her trim, toned legs with perfect success. Had he not been able to control himself, he would only be proving that he was the disgusting pervert that he hate come to hate in past few weeks. Was it perverted to notice an attractive woman and a well-toned figure? Was it perverted to be turned on by it?
    As they rode quietly over the hills to find the cattle that he wanted to move to another pasture, he took all of these things into consideration. She drew him like no other woman ever had. At first, he thought it was his pity and self loathing which caused it; a sense of owing her something, but as things progressed, he realized that there were qualities about her that he admired. In short, she was a good deal like his sister. She didn’t have quite the cool confidence that his sister had, but the potential was there. With a little time in the saddle, she would likely become the woman that her sister was and maybe more; plenty more for him, if he kept his head