Читать книгу Rancher For The Holidays - Myra Johnson, Myra Johnson - Страница 3
Оглавление“Show me what you’ve got, city slicker.”
Ben glanced back as he hauled himself into the pickup bed. Why did Marley have to look so gorgeous? He shouldn’t even be here, at her mission, much less succumbing to an attraction with no future.
Marley cocked her head. “You gonna stay up there all day?” Her smile faded. “I understand, really, if volunteering isn’t your thing—”
“Not at all,” he said. Then he grabbed one of the boxes.
After they’d unloaded all the supplies and sat sipping cold sodas, Ben couldn’t resist glancing at her.
Don’t mess with Marley.
Her coworker’s subtle warning shouldn’t bother him. He had no intention of letting anything develop between him and Marley. Yeah, there was something special about her.
But he had no intention of staying.
He should make some excuse and get out of here. Cut and run right now.
His mind was made up…so why couldn’t he move?
