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away immediately, coughing and hoping against hope that I wouldn’t embarrass myself with a boner. It had been a long damn time since I’d so much as wanted to sleep with someone. That was how busy the ranch kept me.
    But I wasn’t standing in front of her expecting that. I had something much more important than momentary release in mind.
    “Twenty for hand stuff, fifty for mouth stuff, a hundred for pussy, two hundred for —”
    “That’s not what I want,” I said, my face coloring in spite of my perfectly innocent intentions. She hadn’t so much as batted an eye at me, leaned in close to impart this menu of what she was offering, or lowered her voice, preferring to make herself heard over the din of noise at the bar. We’d already gotten several raised eyebrows at her perfectly pronounced “pussy.” There was no way this wasn’t going to make the rounds in all the circles of gossip that kept this town interesting. Emmett Corbin needing to buy the comfort of a woman, and not just any woman. Peyton Crow.
    Peyton stared at me for so long that the display on her phone extinguished itself.
    “I’m not into weird shit,” she announced. “Not unless it’s the right price.”
    I worked a finger under the collar of my shirt as if loosening it would help me breathe properly. It didn’t.
    “All I want to do is talk,” I said, surprised I could speak at all.
    She curled her lip. “What, like dirty talk? Twenty bucks for fifteen minutes. Say whatever you like.”
    “It’s not like that,” I protested. Dirty talk? What in the hell would I even say? What was the extent of Peyton Crow’s experience in this business realm? Was it really that complete?
    “You’re going to have to be very specific,” she said, glowering at me. “Otherwise, you’re wasting my time, and my time is worth a lot of money.”
    “I wanted to talk about horses with you,” I said. “That’s all. Nothing … untoward.”
    She wrinkled her nose at me. “Corbin, I operate in ‘untoward.’ Who even says that anymore? You’re such an old man.”
    This was getting embarrassing. What stories were all these witnesses concocting in their drunken minds now? Emmett Corbin, rejected by Peyton Crow, who would literally do anything to anyone. I’d never be able to show my face in public again, living out the rest of my years as a hermit on the ranch. That wouldn’t be so bad, would it? All I’d have to do was forsake my dreams and everything I ever believed in.
    No. I was done doing that. I was the only person who was going to start moving this forward, the only person who was going to fight for the things I was passionate about. No one else would.
    “You also operate in horses,” I said. “I want to pick your brain about your father’s breeding operation. That’s all.”
    She took her sweet time thinking about that, her eyes never leaving mine all the while.
    “Twenty dollars for fifteen minutes,” she said finally.
    “It’s not anything … sexual,” I said. “I only want to chat.”
    “What did I just tell you? My time is money. You can take it or leave it. I don’t care if you talk about horses or your dick.”
    I sat down abruptly, making the chair scrape noisily against the floor in my shame.
    “Horses only,” I muttered, digging out a bill from my wallet and sliding it across the table to her. “Please.”
    She scooped the bill out and folded it a couple of times before slipping it into her bra, her hand lingering over her breast, the corners of her mouth curling upward as I shifted in my seat.
    “Are you sure you don’t see something you like, Corbin?” she asked. “Twenty dollars will get you hand stuff. All you have to do is step outside with me.”
    “Horses only.”
    “I can do two things at once.”
    “Please.” As tempting as it sounded to take Peyton Crow outside and let her croon horse breeding secrets to me as she relieved some of my pressure, I wanted to focus. This was my business goal, and I was