"quit arguing," he said. "It's a done deal." He sat down and shoved first one foot, then the other, into his cowboy boots--the ridiculously expensive ones she had given him last Christmas. She'd never regretted the purchase, though, because they looked so good on him. "It's not a done deal. We can still cancel. The budget for the show is already stretched to the limit. And a water buffalo? It's going to be fifteen hundred pounds of stubborn." "C'mon, babe." Martin stood, his blue eyes twinkling like the sun on a swimming pool. "Working"