flashy orange-haired woman was right.
Blake took Cindy by the hand. “Listen, honey. I told you I’d coach you. And that’s what I intend to do. You look great. And there isn’t a man alive who wouldn’t agree with me. But men are a strange breed, and I just want to make sure you can hold your own.”
“Listen here, Blake Gray Feather. I have no problem holding my own with men. Never had, never will.”
“I’m not talking about riding and roping, Cindy.”
“Knock it off. I quit competing with boys in high school.”
He rolled his eyes and blew out a ragged sigh. “Some guys aren’t honest. And they have ulterior motives.”
“I might be inexperienced, but I read books and magazines. And I watch TV. So you don’t have to worry about me.”
She talked a good story, but he had his doubts. Some men would take advantage of her innocence. And that was something Blake couldn’t allow to happen.
“I’m only going to be in town for another couple weeks, then you’ll be on your own. And I want to leave knowing you won’t let some fast-talking, womanizing cowboy sweep you off your feet.” His gaze dropped down to her toes, which had been newly polished.
Oh, for Pete’s sake. She even had beautiful feet.
Blake blew out a ragged sigh.
What in the world had he created?
And worse, what had he gotten himself into?
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