Mountain Country Cowboy. Glynna Kaye

of the place.”

      Cash hadn’t been on the premises twenty-four hours and he already had ideas?

      Annoyed at his presumptuousness, she tried to ease her clipboard from his fingers. They had business to attend to.

      But he didn’t relinquish it.

      She gave it a tug. He held fast.

      Looking into his amused eyes—he’d no doubt noticed the spark of irritation in hers—she fought back the urge to jerk it out of his hands. “May I have my clipboard, please?”

      “You may.” He leaned in slightly. “But only if you forgive me for sharing my opinions. I get the feeling that, in spite of the future role I’ll be playing here, you think I’m stepping out of bounds—Princess.”

      Heartbeat sprinting, to her irritation she couldn’t draw her gaze from his. Out of bounds. That’s definitely where he’d stepped. “I—”

      “So it’s not a vicious rumor,” a man’s voice boomed from the open doorway.

      Cash immediately relinquished the clipboard and stepped away from her as the man approached. Now as big and burly as his father, Eliot Greer was dressed in work clothes and boots, his unruly blond hair shower-damp. He was a handsome man several years younger than Cash, who was at the moment looking at Eliot blankly, as though trying to place him.

      But why was her face warming as if the new arrival had caught her in a compromising situation with their new hire?

      “You remember Eliot Greer,” she said somewhat breathlessly, “don’t you, Cash?”

      “Oh, yeah.” Eliot chuckled, but didn’t sound amused. “He remembers me.”