Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off by Cara North Page A

afternoon sun. Her reaction made his chest swell with pride and his heart swell with hope. She liked it. But could she love it?
    "Oh, Jack.” She grabbed his arm. “It's beautiful. It's huge."
    "Come on, let's take a walk.” Jack whistled, and the two big dogs came running. “They were on the front porch."
    "This house is gorgeous, Jack.” She grabbed his arm tighter as the dogs closed in.
    "Treats. Go get ‘em,” he called to the dogs. She was still a little nervous, but luckily they wore themselves out during the day and chose to stay in the garage at night. If she had any idea they were sniffing her like crazy when he carried her inside, she would probably freak out.
    "They are so big.” Bethany eased her grip as the dogs passed.
    "Babies. You'll get used to them. And in no time, they will be listening to you like they listen to me.” He turned to point at the house. “This is it. Our home. Up there, is where Heath's house is."
    Bethany put her hand up to shield her eyes from the sun and looked in the direction he was pointing.
    "Over there is Jan's, and up a bit in the same direction is Rafe's. You can't really see much from here, but you get the feel of it. Right there is the guest lot. All those little brown bumps, they're cabins, and over there is the stables. I can house three hundred horses in those stables. Right now, there is only twenty.” He stopped looking at the ranch and looked at Bethany.
    "So, all this land is yours?” Her mouth was a little open, and her face held shock.
    "I told you, it's a big deal. I need the inheritance, so I can hire some staff, get some more horses, set some of the cabins up with a few more amenities. Then, I have to get the license, repair some roofs and windows, just general things we have been working on over the years, but now it will all get done."
    "You have horses?” Bethany lit up like a little girl with the question. Apparently, the mention of horses sparked her interest.
    "You know you look better to me every minute I'm with you.” He tugged at his flannel shirt she was wearing and motioned toward the stables. He never wondered how a woman would look in his clothes. This woman looked damn fine.
    "How did I look when you met me if I look better now?” She looked down at her attire and laughed as they walked.
    "I don't know, you looked, like a princess or something. I thought to myself, what in the world is this little cupcake doing in a country bar? Then, you came over and put your moves on me.” Jack laughed.
    "Moves?” Bethany laughed, too. “I fell off a bar stool."
    "And I caught you. You could have fallen into the other guy,” he teased.
    "Thank God, I didn't.” Her admission stopped him in his tracks.
    "Do you mean that?” He looked down into her soft, green eyes, pushed a loose curl behind her ear, and smiled.
    "Yes. I like you. You're the most decent man I've ever met, so far.” She bit her lower lip as she teased.
    "So far?” He followed as she headed to the barn.
    "Yes. You could still turn out to be a jerk!” She laughed and took off running.
    He gave her a head start. Then, he chased her. Like a lovesick teen, chasing a girl into the barn. But when he got there, she was standing stock still with her hands at her heart, and he feared she was not used to running.
    "Jack, look at them.” Bethany breathed hard as she looked down the row of horses.
    "I look at them every day. You're from Kentucky, surely you've seen horses.” He walked past her to the first stall.
    "Just at the Derby. My father wouldn't let me actually go down and see them though. He didn't like animals."
    She moved to stand next to him. He looked down at her. She was chewing her lower lip and looking at his favorite horse like she just fell in love.
    "This is Jumper.” He had named the horse according to his affinity for jumping things.
    "What kind of horse is he?” She did exactly the same thing he did. Her hand came up slowly and stroked Jumper on the cheek.
    "A Morgan,