“Seriously, how do you joke about sex and still sound so sweet?”
“One of my many ‘party girl’ talents,” she quipped with air quotes.
He chewed his cheek in that boyish way again, like he was flustered. “Tyler Dixon. Owner here. Sorry.” He reached his hand out to shake, which was amazingly cute considering they’d already shared body parts so they were probably past handshakes.
He withdrew it uncomfortably, as if also coming to the same conclusion, rubbing his neck with it instead and knocking his Stetson off-kilter, making that beautiful bicep pop again.
“Oh my God…” Her face dropped. His hand dropped at her exclamation. “You’re Tyler Dixon?”
His face hardened with alarm at her tone. He stiffened. “What do you mean by that?”
She shook her head and perched her hands on her hips, accentuating their flair. “This would only happen to me, I swear.”
“What would only happen to you?” he demanded, dipping his head to get a good look at her amused expression.
She sighed. Fixed that beautiful grin on her lips that kept grabbing his attention. “I’m Doctor Heart Carvalho with the State of Texas.” She shrugged, as if there was no way around what she was about to dump on him. “I’m the land surveyor. Here to do a survey of the pump-jacks owned by Fossyl Corporate out on your back ninety.”
His stare morphed into a glare.
“The person against whom you requested a legal injunction?” she clarified in the face of his silence.