His handshake was firm, but not overpowering, a confident man if she’d ever meet one. “Much obliged, I think I’ll take ya up on the offer cowboy, all of them.” She needed a drink to take the itch off. Smile curling barely painted lips as she eyed the pup then its owner again. ”Henry, yup defiantly a cowpoke name and Milo is adorable.” She let his hand go to kneel down to eye the dog, never reaching out, knowing all to well that most animals, especially canine didn’t seem to like her. Must’ve been the cat in her. ”I’ll need to get my stuff outta the cab, but I doubt anyone is gonna want this heap of steel so it can stay till morning.” She’d just have to hope that Mike was the repair guy and he could get her on the road before nighttime fell. Straightening back up she smirked now, hand placed on hip, very aware of the position she took while talking accented her curves. ”Guess I should warn you that I can drink most men under the table, so unless you want to be broke and stumbling home, we best stick to beer.” She’d have gone for the whiskey herself, but wasn’t about to call for hard stuff on another’s buck.
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