The Rancher and His Unexpected Daughter. Sherryl Woods

      “Just don’t start bugging me about when it’ll be done. Decent work takes time and concentration.”

      Which meant it might take months before he saw that pickup again, Harlan decided. Still, he couldn’t regret his decision to have the truck taken to Mule’s garage, rather than someplace bigger or fancier in another town.

      His friend had closed up shop almost three months ago for no reason Harlan had been able to discern. He’d been on this strike of sorts ever since. He wasn’t likely to be happy again until he had his head poked under the hood of a car.

      “Don’t look now, but that brat is heading this way,” Mule announced. “With her mama. Whoo-ee, she sure is a looker, isn’t she?”

      Harlan tried not to gape as Janet came into Rosa’s wearing a vibrant red sundress that bared tanned shoulders and swung loosely around shapely calves. Her straight, shiny hair hung halfway down her back like a shimmering waterfall of black silk. He stood automatically at the sight of her.

      “You again?” Jenny greeted him irritably. “This is my day off. I thought I’d get a break. Shouldn’t you be mucking out stalls or something? I hope you’re not planning to leave `em untouched all weekend and expect me to clean up the mess on Monday.”