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brows and then walked around Amy, studying her figure closely. “Lucky for you, we’re about the same size. I bought a couple of hot new outfits this afternoon that will do wonders for you.”
    â€œI…I don’t do hot.” Amy felt the blood drain from her face as guilt squeezed her chest in a vise. It had been a long time since she’d worn dramatic clothes to draw attention to herself. Lately, though, she’d been sick of her dull wardrobe. “Truly, all I want is a quiet dinner.”
    Instead of listening, Rasa raced outside. Amy heard a car door slam. Then Rasa burst inside again. She was as quick in her movements and thought processes as Lexie had been.
    Amy couldn’t help being reminded of Lexie’s laughing face as she’d jumped into the boat that last, fatal night.
    Rasa ripped open a paper bag and held up two spandex skirts and blouses the size of postage stamps. “Aren’t they just darling?”
    Lexie would have loved them. The old Amy would have loved them.
    â€œBlack spandex?” Amy said.
    â€œThis new look will do wonders for you.”
    â€œI am not wearing that.”
    â€œThanks, darlin’, for guarding my hat in this den of iniquity.”
    The deep, male drawl cut into Amy’s thoughts, andshe jumped, sloshing her Flirtita all over her right hand and his hat.
    His quick grin was wolflike. She felt her face flame with unwanted pleasure even before his large hand lifted the damp Stetson from her table and placed it on his head. “Fits me better than it does you,” he drawled softly as he picked up a napkin and handed it to her. “Looks better on you, though, darlin’.”
    Hot and cold chills raced through her body as she dabbed at her hand.
    He leaned over her shoulder. “Would you like to dance?” he whispered into her ear. His warm breath stirring the golden tendrils against her earlobe sent wild, tingly sensations down her spine as glass and cutlery tinkled somewhere nearby. The heat of her body stirred her, too.
    â€œN-no!”
    â€œAll right, then. Just thought I’d ask.” He grinned his big-bad-wolf grin. “See ya ’round.”
    He turned, and she found herself gaping with dismay at the breadth of his magnificent, broad shoulders. He was gorgeous. He would ask somebody else. She knew that.
    An inexplicable pain knifed her heart. She wouldn’t see him ever again. She’d go back to her safe, controlled, workaholic life.
    Amy swallowed the lump in her throat. She had to let him go.
    â€œWould you like to sit down?” Rasa quickly invited, causing Amy’s heart to leap. “My friend here was just saying she could use another Flirtita.”
    â€œI was not!”
    â€œMaybe if she has one, she’ll lighten up and dance with me,” he said.
    Amy couldn’t quite suppress her smile.
    â€œShe had a tough day,” Rasa said. “Real tough. Her boss is rich and famous and demanding. Not to mention she just turned thirty. She could use some sympathy.”
    The cowboy was staring at Amy again. “Thirty? You don’t look twenty.”
    â€œI feel thirty.”
    â€œBye, you two,” Rasa said, pulling out a chair for him as she winked at Amy. “Have fun! I think I’ll go ask somebody cute to dance while you two get to know each other.”
    Burning color washed Amy’s cheeks. “Rasa!”
    â€œIt’s okay,” he said. “I understand. I’ll go if you want me to.”
    His eyes lingered on her face. They reminded her of warm, rich, dark chocolate, at least in color. At the same time, they were hard and shrewd, wary, too.
    He seemed vulnerable and almost shy. Was he from the country, in town for a night of fun? If so, what would be the harm of sharing a drink if it went no further than a little flirting?
    â€œNo.” Was that squeaky, very unsexy sound her voice? “Don’t go,” she pleaded.
    He turned.