Mallory Kane - Classified Cowboy

Wyatt clenched his teeth in frustration as he bent down and retrieved her hooded sweatshirt.

“Here. You need to put it on, anyhow.” He couldn’t stop his eyes from flickering downward, to the top of her breasts.

“What? Why?” She looked down, made a small distressed sound, thrust her arms into the massive sleeves and wrapped the sweatshirt around her.

With an effort, he turned his attention away from her to study the general area where she’d been reaching.

She pulled out her flashlight and turned it on.

“What were you trying to reach?” he asked again, hearing the frustration in his voice.

She aimed the beam. “Something bright.”

“Bright?”

“Like metal. I think it might be a piece of jewelry.” “Or a gum wrapper.”

She shrugged, still searching with her flashlight. “Oh. There!” She held the light beam steady.

“That clod of dirt?” Wyatt squinted at the unsightly clump of mud and something fuzzy and tangled. “It looks like it came out of a sewer pipe.”

“Can you get it? I want it intact.”

“Let me have that stick.” He put his weight on the branch, bending it slightly to test it. Then he leaned on it.

“Use this.” She handed him a small tool.

“What’s this?”

“A trowel.”

He sent a glare sideways toward her. “Keep the flashlight on the clump of dirt.”

Bracing himself, he reached. Her prize was farther away than it looked. She’d have definitely ended up facedown in the mud.

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