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She shook his hand. As she appraised him, he did the same with her, although she had the distinct feeling his assessment went deeper than hers. He seemed well-built in a wiry athletic way. His long weathered face had a square jaw and dimpled chin. He had high cheekbones, and even when he smiled, his eyes had a sad look, reminding her of Sylvester Stallone. However, the eyes themselves appeared bright and jocular. “Nice to meet you, too, Billy Joe. Brenda Evans, but you already know that. Is that what everybody calls you, Billy Joe?
“Some call me Billy J or Billy. Some even call me BJ for short,”
“I think just plain Billy will do just fine. Shall we get my bags?” They walked toward the escalator that would take them to the baggage area. Billy kept lagging behind her. He acted as if he never saw a woman in a skirt and heels, from the way she saw him ogling her every time she glanced around. She stopped and turned toward her trailing chauffeur. “Are you coming?”
He rushed up to her and gave her a line. “I’m sorry, I just wasn’t sure a fine lady like you would want to be seen in the company of a cowpoke like me.”
“Tell me Billy, why don’t I believe you?”
He smiled. “I don’t know.” He winked. “But that’s one fine pair of legs you’re traveling on. I thought that Harper woman the bosses flipped over was hot, but you give her a run for the money. Plus I like blondes.”
Needless to say, she felt flattered, but she had a feeling Billy Joe would say just about anything that needed saying to land a lass in his bed. Around these parts, they’d call Billy a ‘ranger,’ a skirt chaser, always on the lookout for a new conquest. “I used to be a redhead,” she teased.
Billy stood with his mouth partially open for just a second, then stared at her with one eye brow up. “Yeah, I can picture you as a redhead—real nice too.”
At the baggage carousel, she pointed out her three bags and Billy scooped them up as if they weighed nothing. “Follow me.”
Walking behind him, she admired his broad shoulders and thin waist through his plaid shirt. His buns were nice-sized, tight and sensually rounded. Outside, he threw the luggage in the bed of an oversized gold and maroon crew-cab pickup truck, with “Tawny Hills Ranch” painted on the door.
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