Hobo

Eathon got out of the car and headed for the sidewalk leading up to the door of the diner. He was going to ask around and see if anyone needed extra help around the ranching community he’d just passed before entering the small town. Surely, someone could use a strong ranch hand.
Chrissie nudged Mellie. “Oh, look what’s walking in. The man’s a dream.”
“You’re right,” Mellie agreed with her. “So sexy with that light shadow across his cheeks.”
Chrissie didn’t waste any time in walking toward the booth where the stranger slid his large frame. She smiled warmly, placing an ice filled glass of water in front of him. “Can I get you anything?” Her twang seemed more pronounced in her excited state. She was silently thinking just what she’d like to get him and it wasn’t food.
“A cup of coffee and the house special,” he murmured, his blue eyes meeting her sherry gaze.
“You aren’t from around here, are you?” Chrissie couldn’t identify his accent.
“New York,” he answered with a smile, showing a set of dimples slicing along each cheek.
“Do you plan to stay in the area?” The words popped out of her mouth before she could stop them. Why in the world was she asking him questions when she didn’t even know the man?
“Actually, I’m looking for work,” he admitted, showing his interest in her by the way his blue eyes did a quick once over of her curvy figure. “Do you know of anyone in the area looking for help?”
This was too perfect. I’m going to offer him the job Earl just walked off of a few days earlier. It didn’t matter to Chrissie that she knew nothing about this stranger. He had an honest face, so she was willing to take a chance on him. Oh was she ever willing to take a chance on him.