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door.
    “Here, let me.” Isaac grabbed the bag and tossed it in the bin, bringing a smile to the waitress’s face.
    “You boys still playin’ cards?” she asked.
    Trent tipped his hat. “Yes, ma’am.”
    Charli held the door for the men.
    As Trent entered, he looked around, half expecting to see the tall, sandy-blond-haired woman who wouldn’t leave his thoughts. He was disappointed when he didn’t see her and wondered where she’d gotten off to and if he’d see her again before he left.
    Hell, he didn’t even know her name.
    Returning to the room where the guys had set up the card table, he waited for Jackson to enter with that beer, all the while watching the door to see if the cowgirl returned.

Chapter Three
    Lucky steamed at how easily Isaac talked Greta Sue into letting him into the saloon. All he had to do was tell the woman he’d helped Audrey. She wanted to call out Greta Sue on her favoritism, but the woman had let her in with Isaac. She had to talk with Audrey and apologize for knocking her vehicle into the ditch and propose a plan to pay her for the damages. Although she really had no plan with her current circumstances—homeless and jobless.
    The man with pale blond hair danced on the stage, wearing nothing but a very small G-string that covered most of his impressive bulge. Every female gaze was on his glowing, naked skin, his sexy, gyrating hips and…well, his package.
    Lucky dragged her gaze away from him and looked over the tops of heads to find Audrey. She finally spotted her headed through the door at the back of the building behind the bar.
    Lucky pushed her way around the edges of the room until she reached the doorway through which Audrey had disappeared.
    With Greta Sue at the front door, no one stopped her as she followed Audrey into what appeared to be a storeroom filled with supplies of alcohol, paper products and plastic cups.
    “Oh, Jackson, my truck,” Audrey said from behind a wide stack of liquor boxes that almost reached to the ceiling of the little storage room.
    “Don’t worry, darlin’. It’s just a truck, and at least you weren’t in it,” a deep, rich voice warmed the room. “Damn, you’re hot tonight. Do you know what you do to me when you wear those boots?”
    Lucky cleared her throat softly, hoping to get their attention.
    “Oh, I know what it does to you. That’s why I wear them…and lots of times…nothing else.” A soft chuckle was suddenly cut off. “Jackson, I have a barroom full of people out there.”
    “Never stopped us before. Shed the shorts.”
    “Ummm. You know how to sweep a girl off her feet, don’t you?” she said, her voice dripping sarcasm and sensual innuendo.
    “Absolutely. Hurry the fuck up. I brought a crop.”
    “Oh, baby, you know how to turn me on.”
    Her cheeks burning, Lucky cleared her throat again. “Ms. Anderson?”
    “Shh, Jackson, did you hear something?” Audrey giggled. “I can’t hear past you blowing in my ear. Shh.”
    Lucky couldn’t walk away, she had to talk to the woman whose truck she’d almost destroyed. “Ms. Anderson.”
    “There. I told you I heard something.” Audrey called out, “Who’s there?”
    “Lucky Albright.”
    “You want me to stop?” Jackson asked.
    “Hell, no. Whoever it is, you can watch, if you like.” Audrey gasped. “Oh yes. Right there.”
    “I’ll come back later,” Lucky whispered, her words caught in her throat as Audrey moaned.
    When her feet should have taken her backward to the door, they moved forward toward a gap in the boxes, one she could see through to the couple on the other side. Guilt slipped into wicked desire, as her glance took in the scene before her.
    Audrey stood with her skirt hiked up to her waist, no sign of panties, her shirt and bra pushed up, exposing perfect, rounded breasts.
    Lucky sucked in a breath and held it as Jackson lifted Audrey to sit on a box, level with his cock, jutting from his unzipped fly.
    Sweet tea and grits , the man was