Chapter 17: Dash Visits
Not even five minutes after Cissy left my office, Dash Shore walked up to my desk with a cowboy’s stride, a handsome Stetson, and buckle the size of Oklahoma City. He tipped his cowboy hat, helped himself to a glass of water, and sat down. The man crossed his legs and he said, “Isabel, my assistant, said you were looking for me this afternoon.”
“It’s true. I was.” I played polite and was a gentleman, welcoming him in my world. The last thing I wanted to do was scare him away. It was so much easier to do my job when I didn’t have to chase after a man and they simply came to me like a dog.
“If I may be so bold to ask, what were you scampering around Blue Ranch for, Mr. Boxford?”
I thought for a second or two how to answer his question without coming across as ques
