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“Texas was a wild and dangerous place,” he agreed.
“And romantic.” She knew there was a dreamy look in her eyes, but she couldn’t help it. Though her view on marriage was tainted by her mother’s failed one, she was a hopeless romantic. Rose’s influence, no doubt.
His head rolled across the rest to look at her. “Romantic?”
“Yeah, the old west was romantic.” She slapped his thigh and smiled before she put the truck into reverse to back out. “Don’t you think so?”
He shot her a doubtful look. “No, I don’t.”
Out on the main highway, she held tight to the steering wheel and focused on the passing cars. The size of the truck was more than she was used to. Her grandma’s old truck was half the size of this one. “Why not?”
“Indian attacks, harsh winters, blistering summers and,” he paused, “men usually took what they wanted.”
Her smile fell. “Thanks for bursting my bubble.”
He laughed. “Sorry, I spoiled the fantasy for you, darlin’.”
“I’m sure not all men were like that. I can’t imagine any of the Coldiron men taking what they wanted.”
“What makes you say that?” he challenged. “Don’t think we could ravish a few virgins?”
She rolled her eyes and took her turn at disagreeing. “No, I don’t.”
The bottle was at his lips when he hesitated. “You clearly underestimate us.”