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“I have to get back to work.”
Оглавление“Wait.” Kid held up a hand. “I’d like to talk about oil leases.”
“What?” Lucky eased back into her chair.
“Shilah Oil would like to lease your land for oil and gas.”
She wanted to laugh and without realizing it, she did. She had something Kid wanted. This was going to be fun.
“No,” she replied without having to think about it.
“Come on, Lucky. This could be good for you.” He glanced around. “Maybe you could get out of this beer joint.”
That did it.
“The land is not for lease.”
“Why not?”
“I’m not leasing to a Hardin.”
He drew back as if she’d hit him. “Come on, Lucky.”
Come on, Lucky. That and his I-live-for-you smile were his trademarks. Come on, Lucky. He’d kiss her cheek. Come on, Lucky. He’d stroke her hair. Come on, Lucky. And she’d do anything he wanted.
But not anymore.
