Just Shoot Me (Cowboy Way, #1)
something?” he asked
gruffly.
    She stopped then turned back toward him. In
one hand she held a plate with a sandwich and the other held a
glass of iced tea. She walked back to him and shoved the plate into
his stomach. “Your Mama asked me to bring you this. I told her you
should starve if you were too good to come eat with us, but she
insisted.”
    Dean took the plate, then reached for the tea,
but she held it out of his reach. “Why didn’t you come to
supper?”
    “ I’m not good company right now,”
Dean warned, reaching for the glass again, but she took another
step back.
    “ When the hell are you good
company?” she asked with a short laugh. “Your attitude sucks. You
could have at least made an appearance. Your mother and your son
were worried about you.”
    Dean’s eyes tracked down to her perfect belly
button, which was on prime display between the hem of her shirt and
the waistband of the pants. His dick jerked and he dragged his eyes
back to her angry eyes. “Thank you for bringing the sandwich, but I
don’t want it with a side of your opinion. Mind your own damned
business!”
    He stepped into the hall and grabbed the iced
tea from her hand, then moved back to lean on the door to shut it.
Dean was surprised when Tina Montgomery pushed against it to keep
it open.
    “ You’re right, it’s not my
business. But I care about kids, and I have a problem with how you
treat yours. That kid cares about you and all you do is either yell
at him or ignore him.”
    With a growl, Dean let go of the door to walk
across the room. He set the sandwich and glass on the bedside table
then rounded on the nosy, irritating woman who thought she had a
right to judge him. “My son is well taken care of. He has a roof
over his head, food on his plate and a family who cares about him.
That’s a helluva lot more than a lot of kids have.”
    “ He deserves your time…and love.
You’re his father.”
    Maybe he was and maybe he wasn’t, Dean
thought. “I love him, and I give him as much time as I have to
give. Ranching requires a lot of work.”
    “ That’s not enough,” Tina
Montgomery said, crossing her arms under her full breasts, which
pushed over the V in her shirt. Dean had to force his eyes up to
meet hers, because they seemed to be glued there.
    “ You’ve been here all of twelve
hours, and you’ve come to that conclusion? Lady, you’ve got a
helluva lot of nerve, you know that?” More nerve than any woman
he’d ever met.
    “ Someone needed to say it. Hope
knows it. She said the same thing to me, but I guess she’s afraid
of you. I’m not afraid.” No, she definitely didn’t look afraid of
him. All hundred pounds of her looked ready for battle.
    “ So you got voted to be the one to
tell me this?”
    “ I chose to tell you. Your
family is afraid to hurt your feelings. I think they need to be
hurt. You’re an asshole, and need a wake-up call. If someone
doesn’t point it out to you, how will you know? From the looks of
it, you’re too stupid to realize it on your own.”
    With that parting shot, she spun toward the
door, leaving Dean speechless. At the door she stopped. “It’s
Saturday night, and your family is playing a game of Monopoly. I
don’t know why, but they would like you to join them, if that’s not
too much trouble.” Dean’s eyes fell to her perfectly formed ass as
she walked out of his room.
    Monopoly? Dean couldn’t remember the last time
his family had played a board game together. He definitely wasn’t
in the mood, but couldn’t resist a challenge. And that is what Miss
Priss Montgomery had just issued him. He would play her damned game
to show her what a good daddy he was. Prove to her he wasn’t the
one with a bad attitude. He could do that for one night. She was
leaving tomorrow. Thank the Good Lord. He didn’t need her or her
aggravation in his life.
    In fact, if he never saw the nervy, curvy
brunette again, it would be too soon.

CHAPTER FOUR
     
    “ No, I’m not

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