her new pet’s defection. “I got Monty from the vet. He needed a home, and Doc Harmon said he’s got too many dogs already.”
“What are you going to do about him when you leave?” Winchester asked as he removed his hat and ran his fingers through his black hair.
“Doc Harmon?” She barely knew the man.
“No, the dog. I’ll take him, if you want. We can always make room for one more at the ranch.”
First her land and now her dog? What was it with this man? Next he’d be angling after her firstborn. Emily lifted her chin and braced her hands on her hips. “Who said anything about leaving?” she asked in her chilliest voice. “I happen to like it here.”
Winchester glanced around them with a speculative expression. “You planning on ranching your twenty acres?” His tone indicated that her property was too small for anything bigger than a pea patch.
“I may,” she retorted. “Not that it’s any of your business.” She’d actually considered buying some sheep, but she no longer had to explain her every action to some man. Let Mr. Hotshot Cattle Rancher think what he liked.
He made a sweeping gesture with his hand. “My property surrounds you on three sides. Everything that goes on around here is my business.”
What arrogance! Emily forced herself to saunter over to where he stood with her dog. She would have liked to call Monty back to her side, but it would be too embarrassing if the collie chose to ignore her.
She wished Winchester didn’t tower over her by a head, but she refused to let his greater height and the width of his shoulders intimidate her. She was through knuckling under to anyone, and she’d go toe-to-toe or nose-to-nose to hang on to what was hers. This man might make her nervous, but he’d never know it.
“I think you’d better leave.” She snapped her fingers at Monty, who ducked his head and slunk to her side.
“Not before you name your price,” her neighbor insisted with a gleam in his eye, as though they were sharing a joke.
“A million dollars!” Emily said rashly.
His amusement faded like a light winking out. “You’re kidding, right?”
“No,” she said. “I’m not. Take it or leave it.”
“I’ll leave it. Let me know when you’ve come to your senses.” Letting his gaze sweep over her one last time, he jammed his hat back on his head and spun on his heel.
Emily watched him climb into his truck, ignoring the way his jeans molded themselves to his masculine contours. “Don’t hold your breath,” she called out childishly, arms folded.
He looked down at her from the open window. “You’ll sell.”
His confident tone sent a shiver of foreboding down Emily’s spine. How far was this man willing to go to get what he wanted?
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