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Copyright Carol Lynne, 2008

All Rights Reserved, Total-E-Ntwined Limited, T/A Total-e-bound. Excerpt from: Bad Boy Cowboy

Rounding the corner of the barn, Jax stopped in his tracks. Shit. Ten feet away, Logan was bare-chested and showing a good deal of... "Why do you wear those jeans? Every time you bend over, half your ass is on display." Logan slowly rose to his full six foot two height and grinned. "Haven't received any complaints. Until now." Flustered, Jax took a step forward. "Who's gonna complain when you're givin' out cheap thrills? It's not professional. We've got buyers and delivery men in and out of here daily." One of Logan's brows rose. "Professional?" He looked around. "This is a damn cattle ranch. I don't see any professionals here. We're a bunch of cowboys." "I've never seen a cowboy wear low-rise jeans that show half their damn groin, have you? Why don't you concentrate on doing your job instead of trying to go around looking like a piece of man candy." Logan took several steps, coming within an inch of pressing himself against Jax. "This is me. It's who I am, and how I dress. I work damn hard, but if you want to fire me for showing off what God gave me, do it." Logan ran a hand over the sexy as fuck tattoos on his chest. "Maybe you just don't want others looking at what you want in your bed." Furious, Jax pushed against Logan's sweaty chest. "Watch yourself. I may've hired you as a favour to my little brother, but I'll fire you in a heartbeat if you overstep your position." Flashing that amazing bad boy smile, ...