Rancher In Her Bed. Joanne Rock

going to let you make that call. You can tell me how much of the evening you want to be business and how much should be—” he couldn’t think of any way to say it that didn’t sound like a come-on “—pleasure.”

      She must have heard it, too, because her lips parted in soft surprise.

      “Good night, Frankie.” He was already imagining her in an evening gown and liking what he saw.

      He played a dangerous game letting his thoughts wander there, but he’d be damned if he could stop himself.

      And with a silent nod, she pivoted on her boot heel and disappeared inside her cabin.