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She cocked her head. "Don't be foolish. This could help both of us. You don't look like the type of man to shy away from honest money."
He drew in a deep breath and could hardly look her in the eye.
"I'm not looking for you to carry my bags or draw the bath water," she said when he didn't respond.
His laugh was rich and hard. He dipped his gaze beneath his dusty leather hat, shaking his head. When he lifted his head again, she saw them. He had dimples. Deep, and completely adorable. Her heart betrayed her confidence and fluttered wildly.
"Good, because you'd be sadly disappointed."
She forced air into her lungs and placed her hand on her chest to steady her rampant heartbeat.
He took a long appraising look at her, much like a man does when he finds a woman attractive, as if he was weighing the option to pass her by or dip his head and kiss her waiting lips. It filled her with a strange sense of longing she couldn't define.
"I may be stubborn, lady, but I'm far from dumb."
Her eyes widened. She was almost afraid to believe her good fortune. "So what are you saying? You'll help me?"