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the
dancers started their routine of practiced rump shaking and hip
twisting.
    Twyla, to his surprise, kept up with them in
perfect harmony. Ryan had danced with her before out of obligation
at her parent’s anniversary party a few years back. His toes were
just now recovering. It looked to him like she had found her rhythm
now though. She was at the center of the group, and the center of
attention. Most of the men there were watching her. He knew he sure
was. How could any man in his right mind ignore those long legs,
that pert little ass, and those perfect breasts pushing over her
still tucked-up tank top?
    She was the tallest of the group of women, her
body the most toned, probably from all the riding she did. As far
as Ryan was concerned, Twyla was the sexiest of the bunch by far.
And she was definitely working that to her advantage with her
exaggerated movements. Heather was good, but Twyla was definitely
working it the best. Ryan hadn’t ever seen better, even in the many
strip clubs he and Zack had frequented while they were on tour. And
that pissed him off. Twyla Taylor was not a stripper, she was a
fucking cowgirl. She should not be here doing this. He should not
be letting her do this, or enjoying it.
    That is what his stepfather would be doing, if
he was here, and Ryan was definitely not that man. There could be a
man just like Clarence James here in this crowd, a predator just
waiting for an opening to hurt her. She should have better sense
than this.
    Ryan shoved the man who had edged his way in
front of him aside. He scooted sideways a few feet to the right to
stand at the bar in front of where Twyla was dancing. The long
fringe on her boots mesmerized him as she stomped them on the bar
and wiggled her ass. In his face.
    His hands lifted on their own and his fingers
flexed, wanting to feel that soft supple skin at the hem of her
shorts. The bouncer shot him a hot look and Ryan realized what he
was doing. He dropped them to his sides, and heaved a shuddering
breath. At least nobody could touch her. That was something. But
they could look all they wanted, and it irritated the hell out of
him. He would love nothing more than moving down the line of men
and punching each one of them in the nose.
    He had to find some way to talk to her, or get
her out of here. But that damned brute protecting the dancers would
kick his ass, and he was sure the rough looking dude a little ways
down the bar doing the same would help. Ryan wasn’t in the mood to
get his ass kicked tonight, and he wasn’t going to wind up in jail.
The only one he had to call to bail him out would be Zack. And then
he’d be dead anyway. They’d both end up in jail because he wasn’t
going down without a fight. That wouldn’t do either of them any
good. Twyla would still be here shaking her ass for any man with a
dollar in his hand.
    The only option Ryan had was to stay here and
watch out for her, watch her, until she got off. When the bar
closed, she’d have to leave and he could talk to her then. He knew
where she lived. She could run, but she couldn’t hide. That sounded
like as good a plan as any.
    Ryan relaxed a little, and refocused on
Heather’s gyrating ass, so maybe he could get his body under
control. She did nothing for him, never had. When she’d been on the
circuit, Ryan thought Zack might give her a test-drive though. He
had talked about her a lot, but nothing had ever come of it. Then
she left the rodeo to come here evidently. This job suited the
curvy brunette, as much as it didn’t suit Twyla. Suddenly the
dancers spun to face the crowd, and he heard a gasp. His eyes flew
to Twyla’s and her shocked expression quickly faded, replaced by
anger. The other dancers were still moving to the music, but she
wasn’t dancing. Her body practically vibrated with anger as her
eyes scorched him.
    “ C’mon, Daisy! Song’s not
over--shake your ass!” the drunk guy who’d given her a hundred a
few minutes ago shouted. Twyla’s gaze