Chapter Four
The door slam reverberated through the small cabin as Maybelle held back a very unladylike screech. The sheer arrogance of him, whoever-he-was Sloane, breezing into her cabin to take her job. Never mind she’d been too taken with him to ask his name, too distracted to stand up for herself where her job was concerned, too focused on his fine, fine a*s. It would take her twice as long to pay for her broken trailer now.
But she didn’t have time to replay their conversation, not with her hair starting to kink into crazy curls. All her grand thoughts of styling it into soft waves were dashed. She’d have to pull it into a messy bun and let the curls do their thing. Maybelle padded back to the bathroom filled with determination. No cowboy, no matter how pleasing to the eye or how ra
