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a long-sleeve plaid shirt, and baseball cap, she shuffled into the room and waved.
    “Gentlemen, may I introduce you to my wife. She’s a little shy. Say something, sweetie.” He turned back to the men before she could open her mouth. “I tell her to imagine that everyone else is naked, but well, what are you going to do?”
    She elbowed him but listened in as he finished up on some sort of oil-drilling deal.
    “Your husband must have been born under a lucky sign,” the man in the tan ten-gallon hat said. His comrade, brown ten-gallon hat, agreed. “Yep, we did test drilling on Janet Dickey’s property, but it must have been a ghost deposit.”
    Fazil clicked his tongue and sighed a sigh of biblical lamentation. “Shame. They’ve never seen anything like it. Poor woman went from a millionaire to right back where she was. Damndest thing though, that line somehow, someway, cut right through our property. I told them I don’t know anything about any oil, but I’d be happy to work out a leasing agreement. I just feel so sad for Ms. Dickey. Maybe you could bake her a pie or something?”
    She frowned and bit her lip, one hand resting on her chin. “That might help.”
    The ten-gallon crew joined in on this whole thing of faux-feeling-bad-ness for a good three minutes before shaking hands and going about their day.
    Fazil didn’t say a thing as their cars kicked up dirt on their way down the winding path.
    “On a scale of zero to one hundred...”
    “Yeah?”
    “How much of this is your doing?”
    Fazil huffed and counted fingers on both hands, before cocking his head to the side. “Ninety. Well, one hundred percent my doing. Still, not my fault.”
    She folded her arms and raised an eyebrow. “You just said that a hundred percent of it was.”
    “I was content to let her have oil. She’d have her run, and I’d have mine.”
    “Then she flipped your car?”
    “Then she flipped my car.”
    “I can’t imagine she’ll take this lying down.”
    “I don’t want to imagine how she takes anything. Here’s what I do know. She deserves it. She spied on me. She almost killed you, and she’s crazy enough to believe that we’re magical creatures.”
    “We are. You are. Me mostly by default.”
    Fazil twisted with his hands on his hips, cracked his back, and then pointed to a wheelbarrow and a shovel. “That doesn’t mean she isn’t crazy. C’mon, help me clear this pen.”
    “I wish the pens were clear.”
    Fazil stopped dead in his tracks, whipping around and wagging an accusatory schoolmarm finger. “That’s lazy as crap.”
    “But?”
    “I’m so glad you’re back.” He ran and scooped her up, and she couldn’t help giggling as he twirled her around over his head.
    Soon he had her on the ground, her stupidly still-clothed legs wrapped around his back. She didn’t care that dirt was in her hair, along with who knew how many bugs and microbes. The scent of the ranch? However impossible she’d thought it the first day of her arrival, she was almost used to it. In his arms, she didn’t notice it at all. Her only focus was this man above her, grinding his jeans into hers. She started to work on his belt buckle when his butt started to vibrate.
    He pulled the offending phone from his back pocket and slammed it on the ground next to her. “Let’s ignore that.”
    “Agreed.”
    Only, they couldn’t. As her mouth attacked his, as she clawed at his shirt, the phone kept on vibrating. It stopped, presumably to go to voicemail, but picked up again seconds later.
    The man knelt, gloriously. He plopped one knee between the apex of her legs, rough and hard against her damp pants. One hand grabbed the phone, the other worked on her shirt, before he froze above her, a cocky smile wrapped across his face. “Why, it’s little Miss Janet. Hello?”
    She could hear the woman’s swearing from where she rested, and a niggle of guilt settled in. It must have shown on her face. Fazil mimicked a steering wheel