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The dogs growled, reminding Tess that she was tough

A survivor. Plus she had two big dogs and a gun.

She could see her visitor through the slit in the curtains. He was of average height and weight—as her attacker had been.

Tess unlocked the dead bolt and opened the door a crack, reassured by the dogs behind her.

“Hi,” the guy said. The corners of his mouth tilted up and the result was rather breathtaking. In another time or place Tess could have appreciated this man. Blue eyes, incredible angles to his face, dark hair under his cowboy hat.

But not now. She did not smile back. “Can I help you?”

“I’m Zach Nolan. I called yesterday about renting your pasture for my cows.”

And she’d said no. So what was he doing here?

Renting the pasture meant the dogs getting used to the sounds of someone being around. Which seemed like a good way to compromise her safety.

“I’m sorry. I’m not interested.”

Zach stared at her in seeming disbelief as she pushed the door shut and then snapped the dead bolt in place.

Believe it, cowboy.