Even if Az could not even think the words ‘working stiff’ in conjunction with Jeb without getting a hungry look her in eye, she quite liked him the way he was. Him loving his job was what mattered. It certainly, of course, did not hurt that it kept him quite fit and opened the door to so many cowboy jokes. Like her habit of occasionally humming that Big & Rich song knowing full well it would make him go red, or whispering, ‘Yee ha’ in his ear.
And, for all the fact that she rode her very expensive Friesian mare with black and silver English tack, she loved to indulge in the occasional ride out to nowhere with him. With Jeb riding western, for the most part.
Besides, if he did not do what he did, they would not have met as they had.
As she sat back so that she was now seated on his thighs, hers on either side of him, and momentarily broke the kiss, Az sent him a naughty look. “You know, I really do wish you had brought that Stetson of yours.” Naturally she knew he would get her reference to activities where she would borrow said hat. He always did.