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S.I have to admit I was surprised—until I heard about your dad’s passing. He wasn’t a big rodeo supporter.”
    â€œThat’s not completely true. He raised stock to sell for the events. He just wasn’t happy about me barrel racing. Watching me compete took him away from the ranch.”
    He grinned, as a memory flashed into his mind. “You were the quickest little thing I ever saw. Fourteen seconds the last time I saw you ride.”
    â€œI never raced again after that.”
    â€œWhy not? You had so much potential.”
    â€œAs you said, I didn’t have my dad’s support.” Her frown said there was more, but she closed up tighter than the chute after the bull got out.
    â€œI’m surprised you remembered my time.”
    No more than he was. He’d suppressed almost everything that happened back then. But now memories—about her—were surfacing in spite of himself. She’d been a kid back then. But she was all grown up now. And pretty. Too pretty for his peace of mind.
    â€œYour time was the same as your age,” he said.
    â€œI’m impressed,” she commented, looking anything but. In fact she looked as if she was waiting for the other shoe to fall. “Memory by association. Good technique.”
    â€œIs that flattery?”
    â€œHeaven forbid. Your ego’s twice the size of Texas now.”
    He laughed, charmed by her straight talk. He’d had enough insincere compliments to last a lifetime. Women came on to him, wanting to hang around for their own selfish reasons. “About the rodeo—”
    She leaned back against the counter on the other side of the room. “So Dev told you I’d be interested?”
    He nodded. “Said you’ve got a project in the works and it would help you out.” He’d been real curious when he’d heard that.
    â€œYou already know the ranch,” she said nodding. “Why do you have to inspect it?”
    A good question. His first instinct had been to look elsewhere. But he owed it to the hardworking rodeo kids to find the best location to showcase their talents.
    â€œMy memories of the Circle S are from ten years ago, when I was just a kid. I need to see that you can handle the crowd, the animals. That the facilities are in good shape. There’s a lot more to it than putting out the date and time. We have equipment, vendors, supplies, not to mention a budget.”
    She smiled. “Spoken like a genuine businessman.”
    â€œIf the boot fits—” He shrugged.
    Her smile lit up her face like the town square at Christmas. His responding flash of heat took him by surprise. She was so the girl-next-door, kid-sister type. But there was something about her, something different from the sketchy details he remembered.
    He studied her more closely. Brown eyes warm and welcoming as expensive brandy looked bigger and more beautiful than he recalled. Her face had softened into a woman’s, along with her body. She was still small, but she’d filled out in all the right places. The cotton shirt she wore emphasized the shape and size of her breasts. She wasn’t stacked like the groupies who had pursued him on the circuit, but she would fit a man’s hands perfectly. She would fit his hands—
    He shut the gate on that thought before it had time to form. How she would feel was on a need-to-know basis and he didn’t need to know.
    But he couldn’t stop himself from looking. He continued his assessment to her trim waist in khaki slacks that showed off her slender legs. He couldn’t help wondering how she would look in a worn pair of jeans, soft enough to caress her backside like a lover’s hand. He would put money on the fact that she could have every guy in a crowd slack-jawed and bug-eyed. Just an impartial, impersonal observation. Nothing more. She was a woman any man would be proud to have by his side.
    Any man but him.
    â€œWould you