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"Ah, I didn't check there," he replied then he spun on his heel."Wes, wait...I have a question," Leigh Ann shouted behind him and he stopped then walked back through the door."I'm in a hurry, Leigh Ann." Frustration was in every line of his lean body as he faced her with his hand on his hip."I know, but I want to know if you have these bills in a ledger somewhere. I haven't ever done the payables before, it's the end of the month, and they're due right?""Yeah, they're due," he replied brusquel...y. "But just leave them alone, and I'll work on them tonight.""I have time, I'd like to help." All this paper on his desk, and the monumental amount of work involved had to be as overwhelming to him as it was to her."I don't want your help, and I need to go." With that Wes turned and stomped toward the front door. His nastiness knocked another notch out of her heart, but she used her determination to plug it up, so she could move forward.It's only another week. And his attitude is just helping you realize he isn't the right man for you. You don't love him, he just isn't...loveable. Every day she told herself that when he said or did something mean or disrespectful, but she didn't believe it yet, because behind the nastiness he always apologized or did something sweet. Damned confusing man.Whether he wanted it or not, she was going to help him straighten out the mess that his office was in, before she left. Leigh Ann picked up the phone and called her sister. Luckily Roxanne answered her phone. After a few minutes of talking, Roxanne guided her through the billing system, and she found the payables ledger.Victory shot through her as she clicked it open, and scrolled to the bottom of the spreadsheet. A fist clamped her throat as she saw the incredible disparity between the incoming column and the outgoing. Leigh Ann wasn't an accountant, she wasn't even a bookkeeper, but even she realized Wes was in deep shit, and it was all going to land on his head very soon.With a trembling hand, Leigh Ann clicked the mouse to print the ledger, then started reconciling the bills on the desk with the spreadsheet with a highlighter. Most of the bills were at least three months past due, and it looked like they were going to be four months in arrears at the end of the week.She opened the receivables section of the billing program and printed out the ledger, then scanned it. A helluva lot of people owed the man money. If he collected it all, he would be a rich man, and wouldn't have a problem paying his bills, but like the payables sheet, all the incoming payments were seriously behind.Anger surged through her and she slapped the mouse on the desk, then jerked the rolodex with the client numbers toward her. This was ridiculous, these people needed to pay up, so Wes could pay his own bills. Leigh Ann had just found her mission for the rest of the week. If she had to personally drive out to the farms, set up payment plans or whatever, these people were going to pay him, and they were going to do it before she left on Friday afternoon.Finding the number of the first offender on the list, Leigh Ann picked up the phone and purposefully punched the buttons.*** "Wes, I can pay a hundred dollars or so on Friday, but that's all I have right now. I know I owe you a ton, I'm sorry," Clem Toliber's rough voice echoed through the office as Wes listened to his messages when he got back to the office. Leigh Ann wasn't there, and he wondered where in the hell she had gone. There were at least five more messages on the machine saying basically the same thing. Wes hadn't heard from these folks in months, some almost a year. When he made collection calls to them, they didn't even answer the phone, and now they were all calling him to tell him they either couldn't pay, or were sending in money? It was just weird...full moon strange. He didn't know what the hell was going on, but he wasn't going to kick a gift horse, that was for sure. He needed that money badly, and hoped they followed through with their promises.After he finished listening to the messages, Wes got up and went into his office to tackle the payables again to figure out what he could shuffle this month, and to see if there would be room to pay himself anything.At the door to his office, Wes noticed his clean and organized desk and groaned. Those piles he had left on his desk represented five hours of work last night, and five the night before. He had sorted them, knew where everything was and was finally ready to do the monthly shuffle. Now, the clean desk mocked him, and he knew he would have to do it all again, before he could even get started on writing checks.Leigh Ann Baker and her attempt at efficiency had just cost him his business most likely. He would never catch up by Friday now. She just needed to get the hell out of here and leave him alone. She was trying, damned hard, and that's the only reason he hadn't sent her packing yet. Well, not the only reason, but the main one. It's only until the end of the week, he reminded himself. He was looking forward to that day, but dreading it too. After Friday, he would probably never see her again. For some reason, that thought, every time it occurred to him, made his stomach hurt. He needed her to leave so he could get back to his life. Boring as it was, it was peaceful before she came along, and he looked forward to regaining that peace.Wes sat down behind his desk, and opened drawers until he found all of his paperwork again, then began the process of sorting through it all again. A couple of hours later his stomach rumbled, and he threw his pen down on the stack and glanced at the clock. He hadn't realized it was already after five. No wonder he was hungry, he hadn't even stopped long enough to go up to the house and make himself a sandwich. Five o'clock also meant that Trey was home from school, so he wondered why his son hadn't stopped into the office to say hello like he normally did. Pushing back his chair, Wes headed for the door to go check on him, and grab a sandwich so he could work more. Leigh Ann hadn't come back to the office, so he figured she had either quit again, or had just gone back to the ranch. Whatever she was doing, he was thankful for the few hours without her in his space. On the way to the front door, he passed her desk, and stumbled when her honeysuckle scent carried to him on the currents from the air conditioner in the wall behind her desk. He stumbled, then stopped to stare at the softly humming machine. It was no wonder working in the confines of the office with her this last week had been absolute hell. The unit was pumping her perfume throughout the whole office. He wouldn't be surprised to find out she'd sprayed it on the filter. Before now, his office had smelled antiseptic clean, now it reeked like a brothel. It was driving him crazy. She was driving him crazy. From her perfect ass in those tight blue jeans she wore, to her sweet melodic voice, coming out of that sexy as hell mouth, it made him rock hard every time she spoke...or walked...or breathed.Every time that scent hit him, his mind tumbled back to the night they made love. It made him think about kissing and licking that sensitive sweet skin behind her ear that brought about soft moans from her that made him crazy. Wes shivered as memories and lust slammed into him. He couldn't even get away from that scene when he laid down in his bed at night to pretend to sleep. His pillows smelled like her, echoes of those moans and the sweet sound of his name on her lips when she came floated in his head. Wes ached for the woman he had become addicted to, and his damned heart felt like it was shriveling up in his chest with each day that passed. One day closer to her leaving him for good.Laura leaving had been like ripping off a band-aid, but Leigh Ann leaving him was more like slowly bleeding to death. He almost wished she hadn't come back.That is why he'd been an asshole to her the last week. It was his feeble attempt to distance himself from her, and it beat the alternative, throwing her over his desk to bury himself inside her luscious body. Doing that might distract him from his current problems, but it would also create a multitude of others. He would probably beg her to stay.How in the hell had that happened?Even though Wes swore it wouldn't happen, Leigh Ann Baker had wormed her way into his stone cold heart, and embedded herself there like a screw worm. She countered his asshole act with nice every single time. Her blue eyes welled with tears, but she just smiled and told him everything was fine. So, he found himself apologizing to her, or helping her, because the damned pain in his chest, the guilt, wouldn't go away until he did.If she was fooling him, if her genuineness was an act, she was a helluva lot better actress than his ex-wife had been, and deserved an award of some kind for her performance. Maybe sainthood for putting up with him. One of them would be up for sainthood by the time she left here, he was sure of that.Even considering the riot she had caused at that bar, Wes fought the feeling that he'd misjudged her. Because Leigh Ann was a beauty queen, used to being admired and adored by the public, he assumed she was just like his ex-wife. That she would be pandering to the media, because she had that opportunity. Instead, she was here helping him, and he hadn't seen one single reporter on his doorstep, even though he had heard about her on the news nightly, and in the newspaper in the morning.He was having a harder and harder time though throwing her into the same category as Laura. A conniving, self-serving and narcissistic bitch, always looking to be the center of attention, just didn't fit the loyal, nice woman he was coming to know.The front door knob jiggled, and Wes looked over to see Leigh Ann's blonde head bent as she tried to work the door open. It flew inward and she gasped, then lost her balance sending the things in her arms scattering across the floor. Like confetti, papers flew everywhere, and she scrambled to her knees trying to gather them up. Wes ran over and dropped down to the floor to help her. After picking up a few of the scraps of paper, something caught his eye and he stopped to examine it. What he had in his hand was a check! Every piece of paper cluttering the floor around them was a check."What the hell?" he gasped, clutching it in his hand. His eyes flew to hers and she looked a little guilty, but her cheeks were flushed with excitement too."I think we almost have enough to pay your bills. I'm going to pick up more tomorrow, that should get us closer," she told him."What?
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To quickly assess the difficulty of the text, read a short excerpt:
"Ah, I didn't check there," he replied then he spun on his heel."Wes, wait...I have a question," Leigh Ann shouted behind him and he stopped then walked back through the door."I'm in a hurry, Leigh Ann." Frustration was in every line of his lean body as he faced her with his hand on his hip."I know, but I want to know if you have these bills in a ledger somewhere. I haven't ever done the payables before, it's the end of the month, and they're due right?""Yeah, they're due," he replied brusquel...y. "But just leave them alone, and I'll work on them tonight.""I have time, I'd like to help." All this paper on his desk, and the monumental amount of work involved had to be as overwhelming to him as it was to her."I don't want your help, and I need to go." With that Wes turned and stomped toward the front door. His nastiness knocked another notch out of her heart, but she used her determination to plug it up, so she could move forward.It's only another week. And his attitude is just helping you realize he isn't the right man for you. You don't love him, he just isn't...loveable. Every day she told herself that when he said or did something mean or disrespectful, but she didn't believe it yet, because behind the nastiness he always apologized or did something sweet. Damned confusing man.Whether he wanted it or not, she was going to help him straighten out the mess that his office was in, before she left. Leigh Ann picked up the phone and called her sister. Luckily Roxanne answered her phone. After a few minutes of talking, Roxanne guided her through the billing system, and she found the payables ledger.Victory shot through her as she clicked it open, and scrolled to the bottom of the spreadsheet. A fist clamped her throat as she saw the incredible disparity between the incoming column and the outgoing. Leigh Ann wasn't an accountant, she wasn't even a bookkeeper, but even she realized Wes was in deep shit, and it was all going to land on his head very soon.With a trembling hand, Leigh Ann clicked the mouse to print the ledger, then started reconciling the bills on the desk with the spreadsheet with a highlighter. Most of the bills were at least three months past due, and it looked like they were going to be four months in arrears at the end of the week.She opened the receivables section of the billing program and printed out the ledger, then scanned it. A helluva lot of people owed the man money. If he collected it all, he would be a rich man, and wouldn't have a problem paying his bills, but like the payables sheet, all the incoming payments were seriously behind.Anger surged through her and she slapped the mouse on the desk, then jerked the rolodex with the client numbers toward her. This was ridiculous, these people needed to pay up, so Wes could pay his own bills. Leigh Ann had just found her mission for the rest of the week. If she had to personally drive out to the farms, set up payment plans or whatever, these people were going to pay him, and they were going to do it before she left on Friday afternoon.Finding the number of the first offender on the list, Leigh Ann picked up the phone and purposefully punched the buttons.*** "Wes, I can pay a hundred dollars or so on Friday, but that's all I have right now. I know I owe you a ton, I'm sorry," Clem Toliber's rough voice echoed through the office as Wes listened to his messages when he got back to the office. Leigh Ann wasn't there, and he wondered where in the hell she had gone. There were at least five more messages on the machine saying basically the same thing. Wes hadn't heard from these folks in months, some almost a year. When he made collection calls to them, they didn't even answer the phone, and now they were all calling him to tell him they either couldn't pay, or were sending in money? It was just weird...full moon strange. He didn't know what the hell was going on, but he wasn't going to kick a gift horse, that was for sure. He needed that money badly, and hoped they followed through with their promises.After he finished listening to the messages, Wes got up and went into his office to tackle the payables again to figure out what he could shuffle this month, and to see if there would be room to pay himself anything.At the door to his office, Wes noticed his clean and organized desk and groaned. Those piles he had left on his desk represented five hours of work last night, and five the night before. He had sorted them, knew where everything was and was finally ready to do the monthly shuffle. Now, the clean desk mocked him, and he knew he would have to do it all again, before he could even get started on writing checks.Leigh Ann Baker and her attempt at efficiency had just cost him his business most likely. He would never catch up by Friday now. She just needed to get the hell out of here and leave him alone. She was trying, damned hard, and that's the only reason he hadn't sent her packing yet. Well, not the only reason, but the main one. It's only until the end of the week, he reminded himself. He was looking forward to that day, but dreading it too. After Friday, he would probably never see her again. For some reason, that thought, every time it occurred to him, made his stomach hurt. He needed her to leave so he could get back to his life. Boring as it was, it was peaceful before she came along, and he looked forward to regaining that peace.Wes sat down behind his desk, and opened drawers until he found all of his paperwork again, then began the process of sorting through it all again. A couple of hours later his stomach rumbled, and he threw his pen down on the stack and glanced at the clock. He hadn't realized it was already after five. No wonder he was hungry, he hadn't even stopped long enough to go up to the house and make himself a sandwich. Five o'clock also meant that Trey was home from school, so he wondered why his son hadn't stopped into the office to say hello like he normally did. Pushing back his chair, Wes headed for the door to go check on him, and grab a sandwich so he could work more. Leigh Ann hadn't come back to the office, so he figured she had either quit again, or had just gone back to the ranch. Whatever she was doing, he was thankful for the few hours without her in his space. On the way to the front door, he passed her desk, and stumbled when her honeysuckle scent carried to him on the currents from the air conditioner in the wall behind her desk. He stumbled, then stopped to stare at the softly humming machine. It was no wonder working in the confines of the office with her this last week had been absolute hell. The unit was pumping her perfume throughout the whole office. He wouldn't be surprised to find out she'd sprayed it on the filter. Before now, his office had smelled antiseptic clean, now it reeked like a brothel. It was driving him crazy. She was driving him crazy. From her perfect ass in those tight blue jeans she wore, to her sweet melodic voice, coming out of that sexy as hell mouth, it made him rock hard every time she spoke...or walked...or breathed.Every time that scent hit him, his mind tumbled back to the night they made love. It made him think about kissing and licking that sensitive sweet skin behind her ear that brought about soft moans from her that made him crazy. Wes shivered as memories and lust slammed into him. He couldn't even get away from that scene when he laid down in his bed at night to pretend to sleep. His pillows smelled like her, echoes of those moans and the sweet sound of his name on her lips when she came floated in his head. Wes ached for the woman he had become addicted to, and his damned heart felt like it was shriveling up in his chest with each day that passed. One day closer to her leaving him for good.Laura leaving had been like ripping off a band-aid, but Leigh Ann leaving him was more like slowly bleeding to death. He almost wished she hadn't come back.That is why he'd been an asshole to her the last week. It was his feeble attempt to distance himself from her, and it beat the alternative, throwing her over his desk to bury himself inside her luscious body. Doing that might distract him from his current problems, but it would also create a multitude of others. He would probably beg her to stay.How in the hell had that happened?Even though Wes swore it wouldn't happen, Leigh Ann Baker had wormed her way into his stone cold heart, and embedded herself there like a screw worm. She countered his asshole act with nice every single time. Her blue eyes welled with tears, but she just smiled and told him everything was fine. So, he found himself apologizing to her, or helping her, because the damned pain in his chest, the guilt, wouldn't go away until he did.If she was fooling him, if her genuineness was an act, she was a helluva lot better actress than his ex-wife had been, and deserved an award of some kind for her performance. Maybe sainthood for putting up with him. One of them would be up for sainthood by the time she left here, he was sure of that.Even considering the riot she had caused at that bar, Wes fought the feeling that he'd misjudged her. Because Leigh Ann was a beauty queen, used to being admired and adored by the public, he assumed she was just like his ex-wife. That she would be pandering to the media, because she had that opportunity. Instead, she was here helping him, and he hadn't seen one single reporter on his doorstep, even though he had heard about her on the news nightly, and in the newspaper in the morning.He was having a harder and harder time though throwing her into the same category as Laura. A conniving, self-serving and narcissistic bitch, always looking to be the center of attention, just didn't fit the loyal, nice woman he was coming to know.The front door knob jiggled, and Wes looked over to see Leigh Ann's blonde head bent as she tried to work the door open. It flew inward and she gasped, then lost her balance sending the things in her arms scattering across the floor. Like confetti, papers flew everywhere, and she scrambled to her knees trying to gather them up. Wes ran over and dropped down to the floor to help her. After picking up a few of the scraps of paper, something caught his eye and he stopped to examine it. What he had in his hand was a check! Every piece of paper cluttering the floor around them was a check."What the hell?" he gasped, clutching it in his hand. His eyes flew to hers and she looked a little guilty, but her cheeks were flushed with excitement too."I think we almost have enough to pay your bills. I'm going to pick up more tomorrow, that should get us closer," she told him."What?
What to read after Royal Trouble?
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