Cattleman's Choice. Diana Palmer

learn.”

      “Oh, all right,” she said with equal curtness.

      He seemed to relax a little. “Great. Where do we start?”

      Her eyes wandered over him. God help her, it would take a miracle. “You’ll need some new clothes,” she said. “A haircut, a shave…”

      “What kind of clothes?”

      “Shirts and slacks and jeans, and a suit or two.”

      “What kind? What color?”

      She grimaced. “Well, I don’t know!”

      “You’ll have to come with me to Phoenix,” he said. “There are some big department stores there.”

      “Why not Carter’s Men’s Shop in Sweetwater?” she protested.

      His jaw tightened. “No way am I going in there with you, while old man Carter laughs in his whiskers watching us.”

      She almost laughed at the fierce way he said it. “Okay. Phoenix it is.”

      “Tomorrow,” he added firmly. “It’s Saturday,” he reminded her when she started to protest. “You can’t have any business that won’t wait until Monday.”

      “That sounds as if I’d better not,” she laughed.

      “You work too hard as it is,” he said. “Tomorrow you’ll have a holiday. I’ll even buy you lunch. You can teach me some table manners at the same time.”

      It looked like this was going to be a fulltime job, but suddenly she didn’t mind. The project might be fun at that. After all, Carson did have distinct possibilities. His physique was superb. Why hadn’t she ever noticed that? She lifted her cup and sipped her coffee while Carson slurped his.

      “That’s the first thing,” she said, indicating the cup. “Sip, don’t slurp.”

      And when he tried it, unoffended, and succeeded, she grinned at him. He grinned back and a wild flare of sensation tingled up her spine. She’d have to be careful, she told herself. After all, she was revamping him for another woman, not herself. And then she wondered why that was such a depressing thought.