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they went out before I could walk Sugar and grab a late-night beer.”
    When they reached the trailer he opened the door for her and stood to one side. “It’s not much, but it’s home for the next few months.”
    “It’s bigger than mine.” Gemma looked at his feet and his big hands.
    Dear Lord, what am I doing? That old wives’ tale isn’t true, and what’s wrong with me? I say the word bigger and my mind goes to his body, not this trailer. I’ve got to get my mind out of the gutter. But he does have some big hands and some big feet, so I wonder. Stop it, Gemma! Right now!
    The aroma of fresh-brewed coffee and bacon met her. She dropped her bag inside the door and scanned the place. She was facing a booth-type table on a pedestal that could be lowered like hers used to back before she took it out and replaced it with a platform bed. At the other end of his trailer she could see a bed with tangled covers.
    She couldn’t take her eyes off those gold-colored sheets. He’d look like a hero on the cover of a romance book with his brown eyes and hair against all that gold. She could just see him with the sheet covering the bare essentials and a look in his eyes that invited her to join him. Would he be as good a lover as he was a bronc rider? The past had taught her that cowboys were sometimes better at riding bulls or broncs than they were at having sex. But there was something in the vision of him in that bed that said Trace Coleman would set those sheets on fire.
    Trace made sure the door was shut tightly before he set Sugar on the floor. The dog raced back to the bed, hopped up on a stool at the end, meandered across the bed like it was her personal domain, and finally snuggled down on a pillow.
    “Have a seat. Breakfast will be served as soon as I wash my hands.”
    Lucky dog! Fate is a bitch. And I’m telling Liz tonight that I don’t believe in her tarot cards or her fortune-telling. There hasn’t been a blond-haired cowboy that made my heart race since she told me I’d have my very own cowboy by Christmas. But just looking at the dark-haired one’s bare feet sets my underpants on fire. And he’s the worst cowboy in the lot because falling for him could jeopardize my whole dream.
    Trace motioned toward the table. “Anywhere over there is fine.”
    Gemma blushed and quickly slid to the back side of the booth. “I was watching Sugar. She sure knows how to get up on that bed.”
    “I tacked a little stool to the end of the bed frame at my house so she could get up and down on it. She was driving me crazy at night wanting up on the bed and then down to go outside, so I came up with that idea and then made a second one for the trailer.”
    Gemma nodded, but her thoughts weren’t on the dog or the steps.
    Trace went on. “On the ranch, she has a doggy door in the kitchen that opens out onto a screened porch, and there’s another one that goes down a ramp and outside to the yard which she owns. Even the big dogs let her think she’s queen.” He busied himself pouring coffee and reheating a stack of pancakes and bacon in the microwave as he talked. When they were done he set the plate before her and added a glass of orange juice and a cup of coffee.
    “You sure don’t look like a Chihuahua man,” she said.
    He chuckled.
    Hell’s bells! He even chuckled in a sexy Southern drawl that made little goose bumps rise up on her arms.
    “You want to know the story about how I bought a Chihuahua?” he asked.
    She poured warmed syrup on the pancakes. “I would love to hear that story. Did she stow away in your suitcase after a trip to Mexico?”
    “Butter is in the syrup, by the way. I melt it and then add syrup and warm them together. Now, about Sugar? You aren’t even close with the Mexico story. It’s like this. Not last Christmas but the one before that, about eighteen months ago, I was dating a woman from Goodnight, Texas.”
    “My sister lives close to there in the wintertime. I’ve heard her