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Whatshisname.”
    â€œI’m going to plug KC Ranch. That’s all.”
    â€œâ€™Course.”
    Bobby tipped his beer in Abel’s direction and grinned. “You want to go?”
    â€œI’ll work for you, Bobby,” Abel said, real slow and deliberate, “I’ll even answer the phone for you on occasion—but I sure as hell won’t date you.”
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    â€œI have never seen you so nervous. What is wrong, my sister?”
    The man before Jane was tall, dark, wealthy, charming and decadently handsome—he also had her eyes.
    Sakir Al-Nayhal offered Jane his hand as she stepped out of the limousine. “I’m fine, Sakir, just keyed up.”
    â€œKeyed up?” Under his brand-new brown Stetson, his thick black brows drew together. “What is this, keyed up? ”
    Sakir’s wife, Rita, laughed and slipped her arm through his. “She’s excited, sweetheart.”
    â€œWhy are you excited?” Sakir asked as they walked the short pathway to the Gregers’ massive ranch house.
    Jane mentally rolled her eyes. If her brother only knew what was making her pulse pound furiously and her breath hitch. But of course he didn’t. With all of his focus going to his new daughter, his wife and his work, he’d barely acknowledged that his sister had gone to a charity function last week.
    Jane, on the other hand, hadn’t been able to stop thinking about the affair at the Turnbolts’, and about Bobby Callahan. Those raw blue eyes haunted her dreams, as did that scar on his lip that she’d traced with her tongue, and the hot-blooded, hungry way he’d made love to her. If that was not enough, her thoughts would stray from his physical attributes to the moreemotional queries, such as, had she done the right thing leaving without a word? And was that why he hadn’t tried to find her, to ask her out again? Maybe he wasn’t all that thrilled with her or the time they’d shared.
    Her heart dropped into the brown distressed-leather boots she’d bought just that morning, along with a pair of jeans and a faded denim jacket. She wasn’t all that experienced in the ways of lovemaking, but she knew this much—she’d been dangerously passionate with him that night.
    It was a risky thing to let your imagination run wild, she decided as they stepped inside the Gregers’ home and settled into the jovial crowd of exceedingly wealthy cowboys and cowgirls.
    The interior of the ranch house looked like something out of Home and Garden, the Texas edition. This was no easy homestead as she’d imagined Bobby Callahan’s KC Ranch to be, but an elegantly rustic home with beamed ceilings, gleaming hardwood floors covered in colorful rugs, a massive brick fireplace and a wall of glass that was now retracted to allow partygoers to use the sprawling backyard.
    As Sakir led them outside where the real party seemed to be taking place, Jane’s gaze darted here and there, looking for the tallest, largest and sexiest real cowboy in the crowd. He’d be here, wouldn’t he? Texas society went to everything, didn’t they? And he was a pretty sought-after member of the Dallas crowd, though selective about which parties he attended. She only knew this because of what Mary Beth Turnbolt had saidin her speech that night, and the few articles she’d read about Bobby Callahan and his ranch on the Internet.
    Excitement and nerves were forming mini tornados in her stomach as a concerned female voice uttered, “Jane?”
    Jane forced her gaze back to her family. Rita was watching her, curiosity lighting her eyes. And Sakir seemed to be assessing her. Jane gave them both a bright smile. “You two enjoy yourselves. I’m going to work now, see if I can scrounge up some barbecue to taste, and a staff to interrogate.”
    â€œWe don’t want you working the whole party, Jane,” Rita said, smoothing the skirt of her