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“Well how about that? It’s taken her all of thirty seconds and she still hasn’t come up with a reason why she shouldn’t sit down with Mr. Earp.”
    “Ansley, please.” Kimberly threw her arms up in the air. “Now do you see what I put up with?”
    “We’re all just thrilled you’ve given Jason the axe,” Trixie said.
    “What do you have to lose, Kimberly? This Wyatt fella is a cutie pie,” Ansley said.
    “He has a great ass,” Patience informed her.
    “He’s interested. And that’s what counts. Plus, he’s part of a proposition Mitch wants to run by you. Come on.” Trixie looped her arm through Kimberly’s before she could object, and off they went like Laverne and Shirley, arms entwined and skipping like Ansley might.
    Perhaps this new walk they’d all seemingly adapted had some sort of fated meaning behind it. Maybe it symbolized impatience. When trouble waited around the next bend, they didn’t lurk in the shadows and try to hide. Oh no, they ran out and greeted disaster with enthusiasm. Of course Kimberly’s excitement only intensified after she came face-to-face with Wyatt Clanton, the man formerly known as Clink’s sightseer and her most recent naughty fantasy.

Chapter Five
     
    If a woman’s eyes were windows to her soul, then Kimberly Cartwell possessed a dark and troublesome spirit, one Wyatt Clanton found instantly alluring and yet incredibly dangerous at the same time. Wyatt had always been known to tame the high-strung, but he wasn’t certain he could bridle a quiet rebel. He wasn’t sure he wanted to.
    This woman stood out as different. Kimberly wasn’t at all what he’d expected when the sun was shining through the windows and the club’s curtain of deception had yet to fall.
    “Mr. Clanton.” She greeted him with her hand extended and he accepted right away. “I understand you wanted to see me.”
    “I hope this isn’t a bad time,” he said, making a point not to answer what seemed like an open-ended question.
    “Not at all.” She directed him to a table in the center of the room before turning to Trixie. “I thought Mitch was here.”
    “I almost forgot,” Wyatt said, reaching in his pocket for a piece of paper. “He said to give you this.”
    Trixie accepted the crumpled note and blushed. “You two take a moment and get to know one another. I’ll be right back.”
    Wyatt sat next to Kimberly rather than taking the seat across from her as she’d first directed him with a gentle wave of her hand. She didn’t seem to mind the fact that Trixie and Mitch had deserted them. In fact, she seemed rather relaxed.
    “‘I’ll be right back’ generally means twenty to thirty minutes,” Kimberly said.
    “I’m sure.” Wyatt narrowed his eyes on those pretty, full lips. He couldn’t help but wonder if Kimberly realized why Mitch had summoned her sister before their meeting. Did she understand that while they were seated there in the middle of the bar, her sister’s head was in Mitch’s lap? Did she know her sister was submissive and made herself available to Mitch, Brock, and Rory whenever they called?
    “Can I offer you something to drink?” Kimberly asked, her gaze darting to the window and back at him once again.
    “No thank you,” he replied, leaning against the cushioned seat, hoping to make her excessively uncomfortable until she acknowledged the acts unfolding behind them by now.
    Kimberly cleared her throat and scraped a crumb away from the tabletop. “So, Mr. Clanton—”
    “Wyatt, please,” he interrupted her.
    “Fine,” she rasped, her fingers trembling ever so slightly now. “Wyatt, what is—”
    “What the fuck is Trixie doing?” Ansley Cartwell stormed out of the kitchen. The café-style doors made a gentle swooshing sound behind her as she stomped across the room.
    Wyatt’s lips twitched. Maybe he should’ve told her the word she’d chosen pretty much summed up the progressing activities.
    “Surely she realizes Mom and Dads drop by