You could've offered the girl a warm place to sleep," Jack said. "It's pretty clear Hope didn't get that old cabin straight for her." "Don't feel up to company," he said. Then Doc lifted his gaze to Jack's face. "Seems you're more interested than me, anyway." "Didn't really look like she'd trust anyone around here at the moment," Jack said. "Cute little thing, though, huh?" "Can't say I noticed," he said. He took a sip and then said, "Didn't look like she had the muscle for the job, anyway." Jack laughed. "Thought you didn't notice?" But he had noticed. She was maybe five-three. Hundred and ten pounds. Soft, curling blond hair that, when damp, curled even more. Eyes that could go from kind of sad to feisty in an instant. He enjoyed that little spark when she had snapped at him that she didn't feel particularly humorous. And when she took on Doc, there was a light that suggested she could handle all kinds of things just fine. But the best part was that mouth-that little pink heart-shaped mouth. Or maybe it was the fanny. "Yeah," Jack said. "You could've cut a guy a break and been a little friendlier. Improve the scenery around here.
( Robyn Carr )
[ Virgin River ]
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