Her Forever Cowboy. Debra Clopton

place and that’s going to take all afternoon.” She grabbed the bag and waggled it at him. “Thanks again.”

      He scowled. “It ain’t no wonder Cole Turner had to rescue ya out of that ditch. It’s a wonder you didn’t fall asleep sooner and get yorself killed.”

      “Sam, I’m trying to slow down. If I can get a contractor out there working, the sooner I’ll get to sleep more.”

      “I’m on it.”

      “Thanks. I’m sure if there is a contractor out there to be found, you’ll find him—or you’ll help me find someone who knows one.”

      “Yup. I might jest have a good ’un in mind already.”

      “Really?” Susan’s hopes shot up. “Who?”

      “Can’t say just yet. You comin’ to the barbecue tomorrow night at Clint and Lacy’s ranch, aren’t you?”

      “Yes,” Susan said, wondering who he had in mind. “Are you?”

      “Yup. Got my relief cook lined up fer this place. Me and Adela will see you thar.” He nodded. “Probably gonna be an interesting night since Cole will be thar, too.”

      Just what she’d been afraid of—the man was going to start turning up all over the place. There would be nowhere to hide until he got bored and left. “He won’t be around long from what I’ve heard about him,” she said, and then wished she’d just taken her burger and hit the road as planned.

      “Maybe.” Sam slapped his ever-present dish towel over his shoulder with a grin. “And maybe not.”