Classified Cowboy. Mallory Kane

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      She shrugged, still searching with her flashlight. “Oh. There!” She held the light beam steady.

      “That clod of dirt?” Wyatt squinted at the unsightly clump of mud and something fuzzy and tangled. “It looks like it came out of a sewer pipe.”

      “Can you get it? I want it intact.”

      “Let me have that stick.” He put his weight on the branch, bending it slightly to test it. Then he leaned on it.

      “Use this.” She handed him a small tool.

      “What’s this?”

      “A trowel.”

      He sent a glare sideways toward her. “Keep the flashlight on the clump of dirt.”

      Bracing himself, he reached. Her prize was farther away than it looked. She’d have definitely ended up facedown in the mud.