All Chapters of Redheads & Ranchers: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Chapter 91: AmbitionGlancing in the rearview mirror, Poppy could see the rancher still standing where she'd left him. She tightened her grip on the steering wheel and willed her pulse to slow down. Overall, she felt that her presentation had gone well. She'd remembered the talking points she'd rehearsed all the way from New York. And her technology had performed glitch-free, thank the heavens. In her black and white pencil skirt and blouse ensemble, she'd felt confident and professional.Stepping in cow shit, though. Poppy rolled her eyes. Fuck! If she could just take back that moment…He hadn't seemed too perturbed by it, or by her potty mouth, either, although she couldn't shake the notion he found her amusing. Turning out onto the highway in the direction of the town of McFall, she pondered her first impression of Hunter McFall. For some reason, she'd expected him to be older. But he hadn't been, had he? He was what, maybe early thirties, tops. And tall and fit, with b

Chapter 93: What P.K Stands ForPoppy watched as he went to the bar and placed their order, noticing the way his jeans hugged his shapely behind. He'd changed out of the blue chambray shirt he'd been wearing earlier. Now he had on a crisp white western-style shirt that fastened with pearlescent snaps. The long sleeves had been rolled up to reveal muscular forearms flecked with dark hair.As he returned, her eyes snapped up to his, and again she saw amusement there. She drew her cardigan around herself once again."Did you have a chance to look over the prospectus?" she asked. "I think you'll find that it's a great deal for you, Mr. McFall."He gave a sharp shake of his head. "I don't want to talk about business.""Oh." She blinked hard. "Oh. Alright then. I suppose we can speak about it later in the week.""Also, you have to drop the Mr. McFall stuff. I'm Hunter."She nodded slowly and reached out to shake his offered hand."And I'd like to know what I can call you. Ms. Cha

Chapter 95: Reflections on an Interesting DayFrom the covered porch of the ranch house, Hunter listened to the steady drumming of the rain on the roof. Leaning back in his chair, he stretched his boots in front of him and crossed them at the ankles as he sipped his glass of Jim Beam.She prefers Irish whiskey, he mused, swirling the Kentucky bourbon around with his tongue. She. Poppy. If it hasn't been the damnedest day…He'd ditched work to meet with a fancy New York City lawyer who had turned out to be a gorgeous, red-haired spitfire. He pictured her power-walking in her fancy designer high heels, launching into her talking points about the infernal resort he'd be damned if he'd accommodate with a single inch of McFall land. After she'd left the ranch, he couldn't stop thinking about her. Hell, her perfume filled his office. Not that she'd worn too much. But it had been a long time since a woman had graced his home. Her scent, her presence, lingered. As did the feeling he

Chapter 97: Apologies Forty-five minutes later, her busy-work finished, she considered calling Hunter but opted to get dressed and head out to pick up a few groceries first. The better to put off the inevitable, she thought. Anyway, he's probably out…riding the range, or whatever it is cowboys do. She slipped on a pair of dark skinny jeans and a long white V-neck t-shirt, topping it with a dusty green canvas vest and a long gold chain. Bypassing the Jimmy Choos as well as the suede booties she'd worn the previous night, she laced up her favorite white low-top Chucks.Leather bag over her shoulder, her hand was on the doorknob when her phone rang again. She glanced at the screen. This time, Hunter was calling. "Shit." Dropping her bag on the small table fronting the window, she swiped on the phone. "Hunter! Hi!" Even to herself, she sounded artificially cheery."Hello! How are you this fine morning?" She hadn't noticed the day before, and maybe it was because she hadn't ki

Chapter 99: McFall RanchAs the Range Rover traveled around a curve in the highway, the rustic wood and iron gate came into view, with McFall Ranch arching over the drive in large black letters. Feeling sheepish about her behavior the previous evening, Poppy hesitated on the main road before she signaled with her directional and turned in, driving through the open gate.Her hands were slick on the steering wheel and she swiped them one at a time on the thighs of her jeans as she made her way down the long winding drive. Today, a handful of cattle grazed nearby. She made a mental note to watch where she stepped.Hunter was just coming out of the barn as she pulled up to the house. She took a moment to appreciate his tall, solid physique. He was again neatly dressed in dark jeans over worn cowboy boots. His neat chambray shirt was tucked in behind an oval silver belt buckle. The long sleeves were rolled up to the middle of his strong forearms. And once again, the black hat was ba