The Rancher Wore Suits. Rita Herron

on, Dex,” Bridget leaned over and whispered in his ear. “We’ll ride over together and have some time alone.”

      A seed of worry sprouted inside Ty. What the hell did she mean—time alone? Were they involved? If not, did Dex want them to be?

      “Uh, I’m riding with Grandfather. There’s something I need to discuss with him,” Ty improvised.

      “We’ll all ride together,” his grandfather said in a commanding voice. On the way to the car, Ty struggled for something to say, and prayed he wouldn’t reveal himself on the ride over.

      THE MINUTE Jessica walked into the boardroom, her gaze latched onto Dex Montgomery. His dark eyes raked over her, a subtle look of hunger flashing in their depths. Seconds later, his financial advisor slipped so close to him a pencil couldn’t be wedged between them.

      Jessica shook her head. She must have imagined his reaction to her.

      He was obviously involved with the barracuda.

      Telling herself it didn’t matter, she jerked her attention back to the hospital board, greeted each one in turn, shook Charles Montgomery’s hand, Bridget’s, then Dex’s and pulled out her reports.

      “We’ll get right to the point,” Dr. Sheffield, head of the board, said. “Dr. Stovall is here to present information regarding the new children’s wing that has been proposed.” He gestured toward Jessica.

      Picture Dex Montgomery naked, picture him naked, Jessica silently reminded herself. Then you won’t be nervous.

      She stared directly at him and saw his clothes disappear, his big, dark, broad shoulders being unveiled. Dark hair would taper down to his flat stomach, then V downward…

      She shook the image away, disgusted with herself.

      That image did nothing to calm her nerves. Picturing the sexy man naked only sent her blood pressure skyrocketing.