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she’d changed into a new pair of skinny jeans with rhinestone studs, a deep-purple tank, and a gauzy white blouse over it, tied at the waist. Sandals with medium heels and dangly earrings completed the outfit. She wanted to knock his socks off, so when he left, he’d carry a good memory of her with him. Excitement coursed through her as she thought about the evening ahead and all the possibilities.
    She heard the sound of booted feet on the outside stairs, followed by a knock on the door. Taking a deep breath, she let it out slowly, wiped her palms on her jeans, and opened the door. And literally had to haul her tongue back into her mouth.
    Killian Walker was dressed all in black again, this time in an embroidered Western shirt and dress jeans, spit-shined black leather boots, and yet another black Stetson. Heat blazed in those onyx eyes. Between her thighs, an insistent throbbing let her know she was just as affected as he was.
    Damn!
    His eyes took a leisurely tour of her body, from her neck over her breasts and hips to her polished toenails and back up again. With every pass, her skin felt scorched, as if he’d actually touched a match to it. She swept her tongue over her suddenly dry lips and swallowed, hard. For some reason, her gaze automatically dropped to his fly, her eyes widening at the sight of a significant bulge. Maybe going out to dinner wasn’t such a good idea. But staying in might be a whole lot worse.
    This was so not her style.
    “Lookin’ real good.” The husky quality of his voice sent shivers racing down her spine.
    “Thank you.” She wet her lips again. “You, too.”
    He drank her in once more then held out his hand. “We’d better get out of here before I do something to get us in trouble. Shall we?”
    “Yes. I’m ready.”
    She grabbed her slim purse from the little table by the door, slid the thin strap over her shoulder, and stepped out into the little landing. Pulling the door shut behind her, she double- checked that it was locked.
    “Okay.” She smiled up at him. “Let’s go.”
    He handed her into the silver SUV and leaned in to buckle her seat belt.
    “I can do this myself, you know.” He was so close she could inhale the clean, male scent of him, earthy and outdoorsy.
    “Just being a gentleman.”
    He snapped the buckle into place, his face so close to her she could almost count his eyelashes. For a second, they were frozen, his mouth barely an inch from hers. Time stood still for an interminable moment. Then he backed out and closed her door.
    “So,” he said when he was buckled into the driver’s seat. “This is your town. How about picking a place for us.”
    She had thought about Bib’s Ribs then discarded it as too messy. She didn’t want to spend half the evening with barbecue sauce all over her face and hands. Steak. Kansas was known for steaks, and The Roadhouse had excellent meals at reasonable prices in a very informal atmosphere. She mentioned it, and Killian nodded.
    “I can always eat a good steak. Just point me in the right direction.”
    “It’s on the other side of town,” she told him. “I thought we’d take the long way so you can see some more of Red Creek.”
    “Such as?”
    “You’ll see.”
    He slid her a quick glance. “Okay. You’re calling the shots.”
    She was a little nervous as she gave him directions. How would he react when she took him past some of Dusty’s accomplishments. She knew how all the sons felt about the man. Lordy, the whole town knew. But if Killian was really Dusty Walker’s son, then he should know the man was someone other than a guy who didn’t marry Killian’s mother. She pointed out the playground at the little park in the middle of a residential section. The new wing he’d paid for at the small retirement home. The high school where he’d paid for computers.
    “There’s evidence of his giving nature everywhere,” Lexie told him. “He’s bought businesses going under, propped them up, and let