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even-tempered, known for seeing and hearing everything that went on at the ranch, and the spitting image of Ed Harris—nearly cue-ball bald on top with a few sparse white hairs above his ears. He had vibrant and wise blue eyes, weathered skin, and a quiet way about him.
    Sweets stood beside him, completely oblivious to the delicious aroma wafting around her.
    “Mighty fine evening, Wes.” Butch patted Sweets on the head. “Looks like you have a fine group.” Butch nodded toward the women talking with Cutter. He added barbecue sauce to the chicken and steaks on the grill. It sizzled and popped from the drippings.
    “Smells amazing, like usual.” Wes bent down to pet Sweets. “Tonight you’re really missing out, Sweets.”
    “I’m still not used to a dog who can’t smell and doesn’t beg for food.” Butch stirred the vegetables in an iron pot and shifted the foil-wrapped biscuits to the outside of the fire. He took a piece of chicken and set it to the side to cool before holding it out for Sweets to gobble up.
    “Thanks, Butch. Time to meet the girls.” Wes did a quick visual survey of the women as he approached. Two blondes, two brunettes. All but one wore jeans and boots, the fourth, the petite brunette— with sweet curves —wore a moss-green dress that stopped just short of her knees, belted at her narrow waist and accented by a fancy pair of cowgirl boots. Simple. Sexy. Off-limits.
    Cutter met his gaze and cocked a crooked smile. Over the years, Wes had learned to read Cutter’s looks as accurately as Cutter could read his. The way he was eyeing the girl in the green dress told Wes that she was just as hot from the front as from the rear.
    “Here’s Wes now. Wes, these are your—” The rest of Cutter’s introduction was white noise as the women turned to greet Wes. Callie? Calliope Barnes. He replayed their earlier conversation. Spa. Girlfriends. Surprise .
    Holy hell.
    Callie’s eyes widened and she bit her lower lip. Her fingers began doing the fidgety thing he’d noticed her doing at the library, playing with the fabric of her dress.
    Sweets bounded forward.
    “Aw, look at the puppy.” The blonde with the short, straight hair knelt to pet Sweets. “What’s your puppy’s name?”
    Wes couldn’t look away from Callie. “Sweets.”
    “Sweets? That’s her name?” she asked.
    “Yeah.” Wes was still trying to wrap his mind around the buttoned-up and intricately bunned librarian he knew from the library and the woman before him being one and the same. She looked even more beautiful with her hair framing her face in silky waves and that sexy dress with the open neckline, revealing a path of milky skin that looked good enough to taste. His pulse accelerated at the thought.
    “Hi,” the other, taller brunette said. “I’m Kathie Sharp. Your ranch is gorgeous.”
    “Oh, I’m Christine, by the way,” the short-haired blonde said as she petted Sweets.
    “Oh my God. She’s so cute.” The other blonde, who had thicker, wavier hair, took pictures of Sweets as she fell to her knees. “I’m Bonnie. She’s so cute. I hope you don’t mind if I take a few shots.”
    Sweets rolled over on her back, giving them better access to her belly.
    Wes tipped his hat with a nod. “Not at all.”
    Callie was still nibbling on her lower lip.
    “Callie, I didn’t expect to see you here.” He was damn glad she was there, but equally as worried. How in the hell was he supposed to suppress what he felt every time he saw her? Talking with her for a few minutes in the library wasn’t easy, and he’d been lucky that there was always someone there to distract him when he felt himself wanting to reach out and touch her. He’d begun to need a Callie fix on Thursdays the way addicts needed drugs.
    “You know each other?” Kathie ran her eyes between them.
    “Callie works at the library where I live,” Wes explained.
    Bonnie gently nudged Callie. “You didn’t tell us you knew Wes.”
    “Yes, I