"So are there lots of cows?" she asked before she could stop herself. "On the ranch, I mean." Zane didn't spare her a glance. "Some." "Like twenty?" He glanced at her then, before turning his attention back to the road. "We run several thousand head of steers. Those are the ones that end up on your barbecue. I have another few hundred head of cows for breeding purposes." "No bulls?" she asked, unable to keep from grinning. He sighed the sigh of the long suffering. "A dozen or so." "A dozen bulls for a few hundred cows?" Mr. Hunk-in-a-hat, who had put his hat on the seat between them when he'd climbed into the cab, chuckled. "Yup." "Yet another example of our patriarchal society ignoring the rights of cows." "You worried about cows' rights?" He sounded both incredulous and amused. "You a lawyer?" "No. And I'm not concerned about cows' rights. Of course I want them treated humanely, as any civilized person would, but I'm not crazy." "What are you, then?" "What?" He glanced at her. "If you're not a lawyer, what are you?" "Oh." For a second she thought he'd been referring to her mental state. "I work in real estate." Fortunately Zane didn't ask any questions about her career. She didn't think that telling him she'd been suspended for litigation would improve his opinion of her."