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door.
    “He’s not my type.” Kimberly denied interest even as her knees started knocking together. She hadn’t forgotten the basis for her earlier sexual enthusiasm. She felt her lips quiver and bit down on her thumbnail while watching as that rogue of a man made his way toward Clink’s entrance.
    Patience snorted. “Not interested, huh? You sure could’ve fooled me.”

Chapter Four
     
    Tristan entered the kitchen, looking around as if he were frantic. “Kimberly?”
    She stepped into view. “What is it?”
    “Oh, there you are. Come out here. I want to introduce you to someone.”
    Ansley’s face lit up like the moon. “Are you playing matchmaker, honey?”
    “Not me,” Tristan replied. “Mitch.”
    Kimberly grabbed a clipboard and tried to appear busy, shifting through a few forms and signing purchase orders. “Tell me why I would give anyone a second look on Mitch Colony’s recommendation.”
    “Geez, you girls won’t give the poor fellow a break. Will ya?”
    “I don’t have anything against Mitch,” Ansley said.
    “I’ll agree with that,” Kimberly remarked coolly. “But I don’t have anything for him either.”
    “You may change your mind,” Trixie said, entering the kitchen.
    “And just like that,” Ansley drawled, snapping her fingers. “The big sister appears.”
    “Good morning, twin peaks,” Trixie said, her blue eyes sparkling like the Pacific Ocean waters.
    “What brings you out so early this morning?” Ansley asked. “Let me guess, your vibrators are out of batteries and you stopped in to see if we have any to loan you?”
    “Loan, hell,” Kimberly grumbled. “I sure wouldn’t want them back.”
    Trixie giggled. “I see the two of you are feeling froggy this morning.”
    “I aim to please,” Ansley said. “What’s up?”
    “Actually, I’m here to see Kimberly.”
    “Well, how nice,” Ansley said, lifting a brow. “Does this have anything to do with that cowboy outside?”
    “Everything,” Tristan assured her, grabbing a keg and throwing the barrel on his shoulder.
    “Ooh,” Ansley purred, gripping his flexed muscle when he passed her. “You know how I love a strong and able man first thing in the morning.”
    “Oh please,” Trixie said. “Let the man work, for crying out loud.”
    “She’s in rare form this morning,” Kimberly warned her. “And what is so special about this friend of yours? Seems I’m expected to drop what I’m doing and cater to his every need.”
    “Well, if you must know,” Trixie began, shooting Ansley a sideways glance. “I heard you’re on the market again.”
    “Ansley!” Kimberly slung her paperwork to the wayside. “Do you find it absolutely necessary to blab my business to anyone willing to bend an ear?”
    “Absolutely necessary,” she mimicked her.
    “So it’s true?” Trixie asked.
    “Maybe.” Kimberly peered through the café-style doors leading to the bar. “Please tell me you aren’t trying to hook me up with that guy.”
    “Wyatt?”
    “Earp?” Ansley teased. “I like him already.”
    “Wyatt Clanton,” Trixie said, focused on Kimberly. “And he knows who you are.”
    “I know this, Trixie,” Kimberly said. “He frequents the club and—”
    “And they’ve made eyes at one another,” Ansley said, interrupting her.
    Patience entered the kitchen then. “Made eyes, hell. Gaze-fucking is more like it.”
    Everyone laughed at her expense. Kimberly might have joined in, too, except Patience made a valid point. They’d stripped one another down to bare bones more than once.
    They definitely had this unspoken connection. Considering he was the source behind her latest early morning fantasies, Kimberly believed she was destined for doom.
    “Super,” Kimberly mumbled.
    “I didn’t hear that,” Trixie said, cocking her head and cupping her ear. “What did you say?”
    Kimberly cleared her throat. “This can’t be good.”
    “Why not?” Trixie asked.
    Ansley glanced at her watch.