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make a decision and move on it. Her father used the same approach.
    The technique had always worked for her before.
    She wanted to earn her promotion. She would use the tried-and-true methods to do so now, and forget emotion, and the way Rafe’s lips might taste.
    Just as soon as the memory of his hands on her waist and his breath on her neck subsided.
    “You want another drink?” Johnny asked.
    Suzanne shook her head. “No, I think I’ll call it a night.”
    “Stick around and we can hang out after I shut down.”
    Suzanne’s gaze shot to his.
    “I promise not to run out on you like Rafe. Poor guy’s got a lot on his mind today.”
    Okay, he had offered the bait and she was fishing. “Why, did something happen?”
    “Heard Wallace turned down his loan. It’s just a matter of time before he loses the Lazy M.”
    And Horton Developers would be there to save him, Suzanne thought. It would be the best thing for both of them.
    “Has he spoken to anyone about selling the property?” Suzanne asked.
    Johnny shrugged. “Some big developer from Atlanta, but he turned him down flat. Can’t stand the thought of a big mall going in where his cattle have grazed all his life. Supposed to be a town meeting to discuss the proposed development in the morning.”
    “Really?”
    “Yeah, some of the town’s all for it, but others think it’ll bring sin and crime to Sugar Hill.”
    Oh, heavens, didn’t they see the good the development would bring to their little town? That change was not always negative, but progress meant positive things for the people and community?
    “Where is this town meeting going to be held?”
    “City hall. Noon.”
    Suzanne smiled and patted his hand, then stood and said goodbye. “Thanks, Johnny. The drinks were great.”
    She’d stay over in Sugar Hill tonight and be at that town meeting tomorrow. She wanted to hear what everyone had to say.
    Especially the sexy cowboy with the whiskey-colored bedroom eyes.
    Chapter Three
    As usual, Rafe rose early the next morning, knowing he had to finish his chores and clean up before lunch to make it to the town meeting by noon. He and his two hands, Bud and Red, had finished moving the cattle to the east grazing pasture, then Bud and Red stopped to repair the fencing that had been torn down by the last ice storm along the northern border of his property. Rafe rode Thunder, his prized stallion, across the rolling hills toward the ranch house, the fresh scent of hay and dirt soothing to his weary state.
    He had not slept well the night before.
    Dreams of dancing with Suzanne Hartwell had haunted his sleep. He could still smell the sultry essence of her expensive perfume and feel the satiny softness of her hair tickling his chin. And those subtle curves. Oh, at first she’d looked like a bony model, but beneath those stiff designer clothes, he’d sensed a softness that had melted into the hard planes of his own body. A softness and passion that had turned him inside out. Unbridled hunger, sass, spunk—Suzanne Hartwell was no shy, wimpy female. Pampered and spoiled, yes. But defenseless and naive—no way. Making love to her would be like taming a wild horse, he imagined. Or dancing with the wolves.
    The reason she was off-limits.
    Rich, city women could never understand the kind of life he led, the love of the land, the adrenaline that kept him alive as he worked with his hands. The pleasure that pumped through him as he listened to the night sounds of the farm, the cows, the crickets, the blissful quiet of a hot summer’s night. The primitive raw power he thrived on by living off the land, by mastering a wild stallion.
    Yep, Suzanne Hartwell was the wrong kind of woman to play footsie with. She was not a nature-loving, horse kind of girl, but a mall-loving, diamond-studded piece of eye candy. He should never have indulged his wanderlust by flirting with her, should never have held her in his arms.
    Hell, he didn’t have time to indulge himself with any