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Bianca had spent many a lazy afternoon playing on the ranch with her then-childhood friend Sara.
    It was obvious to see the improvements Kahron made, having grown up on a ranch and working on ranches as a vet. Bianca had to admit she was impressed.
    But she wasn’t there to survey the land.
    Bianca pulled in front of the house. Kahron was leaning against the back of a pick-up truck talking to a tall, slender guy with a short ’fro. They both looked up as she slowed her vehicle.
    Kahron’s eyes were shaded by his ever-present aviator shades, but Bianca knew he was looking at her. Her pulse raced as she came to a stop beside them.
    “Are you behind the sabotage of my father’s business?” she asked, cutting to the chase.
    Kahron stared at her for a long time and she wondered what he was thinking.
    “I didn’t know there was any sabotage going on,” he told her, turning his head back to the ranch hand he was talking with. “Excuse me for a sec, Dante.”
    “Sure thing, boss.”
    Kahron walked toward her car. “How are you today, Bianca? “he asked in a calm manner as he placed his hands on the door and leaned down a bit to stare at her.
    Bianca felt overwhelmed by his presence, but she had to remind herself that this man might be trying to ruin her father’s business—what little business there was left. Visions of riding him naked and wild astride a horse just weren’t appropriate—no matter how enticing.
    “I’d be doing a whole lot better if you’d leave my father the hell alone,” she told him, forcing a coldness to her tone that she honestly didn’t feel.
    Kahron’s jaw tightened and although she couldn’t see those eyes, she could easily imagine them filled with irritation or even anger.
    He opened her car door and then stepped back to wave his hand toward the house in some misguided attempt at an invitation to take the conversation inside.
    Bianca looked up him, indignant at his forwardness. She leaned over in her seat to close the door back. “When you take over paying the car note then you can run this,” she told him with spunk, just before it slammed close.
    “Why all this anger? Where’s the lady I was talking to last night? What’s your problem, beside the fact that your obviously bull-headed like your daddy,” Kahron told her.
    Bianca let the bull-headed comment slide… for now. “My problem is someone trying to ruin my father, that’s what,” she told him.
    “So I guess I forced your father to drink his life away,”he bit out.
    The truth cut like a knife, but Bianca blinked away any show that his words hit home. Instead she flung the car door open.
    “Umph.”
    The door had hit against Kahron’s legs and Bianca got pleasure from that.
    Kahron frowned deeply.
    Take that . Bianca faced him and then waved her hand toward the stairs leading into his house. “Whenever you’re ready,” she said, as he continued to stare at her through those shades she wanted to snatch off his face and stomp on.
    Kahron used his knee to nudge the car door until it swung close, before he led the way up the stairs. When he got to the door he stepped aside. “My office is the first door on the right,” he said in a low and intimate voice near her ear as she breezed past him to enter the foyer. “Be back in a sec, Dante.”
    “Okay, boss.”
    Bianca shook off the shiver of awareness he caused. Her eyes quickly took in as much of his home as she could as she walked to his office. Everything was in warm, masculine tones with clean lines and for some reason that surprised her.
    It was then—for the first time—that she wondered if he was married. Was there a Mrs. Kahron to stroke her fingers across that hellified body?
    Good time to ask , Bianca thought as she recalled her dream.
    “My father’s business isn’t for sale,” Bianca said as she entered the room. “No matter what.”
    She turned to face him as he strode in behind her, but her eyes and lips rounded in surprise when he pushedhis