On what?” Maybe she could get him to consult with her on this little problem of sexual deprivation.
“Business. Business consulting, for the merchants around here.”
Considering the number of merchants she’d noticed on the way here, that wouldn’t occupy him for long, either. “Sounds like a nice relaxed life.”
“Yep. Relaxed, that’s me.” He stood and hooked his thumbs through his belt loops.
That stance was all it took for her to be convinced. Instantly she pictured him in jeans and a yoked Western shirt, boots and a worn Stetson. This man was a cowboy, her fantasy man. And he didn’t want her to know.
“You must even have time for hobbies,” she said.
“Some.”
“Such as?”
“Oh…birdwatching.”
If he was a birdwatcher she was Jay Leno. But she pretended to believe him. “I’ve always thought that would be fun, hiking in sensible shoes with a pair of binoculars around my neck. But I don’t have the time. What’s the most unusual bird you’ve ever spotted?”
He met her gaze. “I can’t believe you’re interested in birdwatching.”
“I can’t believe you are, either.” But she would be thrilled if he could be interested in her for the next couple of days.
“Maybe I made it up because I don’t want you to know I’m a lazy son-of-a-gun who whiles away the day on the front porch with a can of beer in his hand.”
“Try again.” She’d glimpsed great muscle definition under his white shirt. “You’re too fit for me to believe you lounge around drinking beer all day. I say you’re a working cowboy, and for some reason you don’t want me to know that. I’m assuming it has to do with the contest. Trust me, if you don’t want to be in it, I won’t coerce you. And I won’t sic George Forester on you, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
He stood there looking at her, his blue eyes giving away nothing. “I’d better go get the cook, José. He wanted to meet you.”
“You’re going to keep me guessing, aren’t you?”
“Yep.” Then he walked out of the room.
She felt like throwing something. She would smoke him out, though. On the job she was known for her ability to coax people into spilling their secrets. Clint was going to tell his, even if she had to seduce them out of him. And she could consider that option without guilt now…because he had no girlfriend.
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