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been black, and they had all been pretty much flings … but for one. And that one woman he had been drawn to differently was Felecia Watson, but she’d broken his heart by dating one of his teammates.
     
    It was just easier to date women casually than to get his heart involved. He’d really ‘gotten’ that lesson early on with Felicia, but he’d learned it earlier still when his parents told him he was adopted.
     
    They didn’t have a choice; they had to tell him, sooner or later, because he was an ethnic child in a sea of white people in Sheppard County. Dexter often wondered if he’d ever really know his roots.
     
    He tried to dismiss those thoughts as he positioned the heating pads on his strong thighs.
     
    His mind wandered back to Cynthia. She was the most desirous women he’d ever laid eyes on, even wearing pigtails and a tattered t-shirt. The pull to her was so strong, he didn’t understand it. And he decided he didn’t have to. All he had to do was get up the nerve to ask her out on a date before she left town in a couple of weeks. If it were meant to be, he believed God would take care of the rest.
     

 
    Chapter 6
     
    The next morning Cynthia was awakened by a cluster of birds chirping and dancing in perfect harmony at the feeder outside of her bedroom window. She fixed herself a cup of coffee and sauntered lazily outside to the front porch.  Surprised, she saw Dex Callahan in the distance, working. 
     
    Dex had just come from the barn, guiding a tall, brown horse into the sunny area near the front porch. He was dressed in weathered jeans and a dark t-shirt. Brown Cowboy boots with spurs looked sexy at the bottom of his powerful, slightly bowed legs.
     
    “Now what’s a good-looking ethnic man like you doing all the way out here in no-man’s land?”  Cynthia asked, gesturing around at the majestic Montana peaks clambering for the vast open sky. Dexter appeared to be a little bit of all nationalities:  white, black, Native American, to name a few, and she was never one to hold her tongue when she wanted to know something. It often caught people off guard, one of the things that made her a good attorney.
     
    It was barely dawn, and Cynthia had one of the best night’s sleep she’d had in a long time. Feeling bright-eyed and bushy tailed, she knew she was openly flirting. But what harm could it be? After all, she would be back in San Francisco in no time at all, so a little superficial flirting with the likes of Dex Callahan could do no harm at all.
     
    Dex smiled, revealing those irresistible dimples.  “Good-looking?” he chuckled, discounting her ‘ethnic’ comment.
     
    “Yes, good-looking,” she chuckled, realizing he’d ignored part of her comment. It didn’t matter to her; people were just people, but it was curious, because he stuck out like a sore thumb in Cattlewood, judging from the ride from the airport and her drive into the little town’s Main Street area with Thelma. The area was lily white, though the people seemed warm, accepting, and a tad-bit nosey. 
     
    “Well thank you, Miss Alexander,” he said, glancing over at her.
     
    His eyes traveling her body gave her warm fuzzies.
     
    Pleased with herself for letting her hair down and going with the flow, Cynthia continued the flirt.
     
    “You’re quite welcome,” she smiled, taking a sip from her bowl-like coffee cup.
     
    The fresh Montana air and the mountain breeze was already making her feel like she was on a real vacation, so she was noticeably less guarded to her own self.
     
    She was clad in a gauzy white shirt that landed mid-thigh. Large, fuzzy white slippers covered her feet, but for painted pink toenails peeking out. The tousle of jet black hair cradling her shoulders was sexy in the morning light. And though Dex tried not to stare, the silhouette of her pert bosom and nipples standing at attention visible through her night shirt could not be ignored. “You’re an attractive lady