Ripley was already doing that.
She was a woman designed to sweep all others away because she was so perfectly…what? Herself. He didn’t even know her, but somehow he knew it was true. It was a remarkably attractive trait, beyond the dark eyes and barely lighter skin.
Again he looked at that exposed half inch of her profile. It amused him that his own dad would whip his behind but good for even looking at a black woman. And she probably had a big handsome boyfriend like Mark Henderson who would wipe the skies with him for even looking.
So, he forced his attention back to the fire.
“Well, sports fans,” Gordon spoke up over the intercom to distract himself. “In the right corner, we have the home team. Six hundred and fifty acres of the sweetest blaze you can imagine. It started as a little
