“It wouldn’t have made it up the trail, as it’s not wide enough, even if it was necessary, which in no way is it.” He said with exaggerated patience.
“He’s injured!” She stood before Fin with her hands braced on her hips. “How dare you be flippant with me.”
Fin no longer thought she was hot. In fact, if she sprouted horns, he wouldn’t be surprised. Looking at her father, he saw the man was in pain but also resigned. Maybe this was her parents’ lot in life, to be bullied by their daughter. However, it was not Fin’s.
“I am not being flippant; I am being honest. I’m the head ranger here. Loosely interpreted, that means I’m the boss dog in these parts and know my stuff.”
“So you say,” she snarled.
“So I know. And if you don’t like what I’m doing, keep your thoughts to yourself, because I’m standing between you and getting out of here.”
“I’ll report you!”
“Go right ahead. Ted will be able to point you in the direction of those forms. I believe they’re about twenty pages long. But you have a lot to say, so I’m sure you’ll fill those in in no time.”
Her father snorted.
“Dad!”
“Be quiet now, Heather. Seriously, these men are just trying to help, and I know you’re worried, but I’m fine.”
After that, she surprisingly shut her mouth, although she sent a few dark stares Fin’s way as they made their way off the mountain.
He handed them over to Ted and his staff, then left as fast as his and Brent’s legs could carry them.
“My thoughts are with any man brave enough to take that woman on,” Brent said.
“I’d suggest getting a standing order for muzzles,” Fin muttered.
…
After a shower, Fin pulled on clean clothes, then jumped into his cruiser and headed to Artsy Fartsy, Maggie’s gallery. He still thought the name weird, but the stock they carried in there was excellent quality.
Entering, he wandered through the building, looking at the art on the white walls. Lighting was strategically placed and highlighted the pieces.
“Be right there,” someone called from somewhere. Maggie, Fin thought. He would know her voice anywhere.
He found the gallery owner up a ladder, her lovely legs in sheer black nylon under a short black skirt. High black heels where lying on the floor at the base of the ladder. Her shirt was lemon yellow, blousy, and tucked into the skirt. If he cupped her breast now, he’d feel a great deal more.
Shut it down.
And seeing those legs from this position did nothing to put a stop to his thoughts.Hot, Fin thought. He’d always thought this woman extremely hot.
“Hey, you.” He said the words softly so as not to scare her, but she still jumped.
He moved to steady the ladder as it wobbled.
“I’m okay. You just startled me.”
“What are you doing?”
She had a hammer in one hand and nails in the other.
“Baking.”
“Ha, but seriously?”
“Fixing a shelf. It needs reinforcing.”
