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been able to
experience during his childhood or on the frenzied rodeo circuit.
    From how much of his time was spent in the middle of this
disaster, no one would guess how much he wanted that solitude. But here after
closing, just her and him, he embraced that sense of being the only folks
around. It was the first time he’d had that experience here. Usually he felt a
huge weight bearing down on him the minute he crossed the threshold.
    The quiet wasn’t at odds with the strong sexual heat he felt
for her. Not at all.
    “Perhaps you should think of selling this place,” she said.
    “I would if I had a buyer. Believe me. If I just close it
up, all these people won’t have a place to hang out. We’re the only game in
town.”
    “Well.” As she studied him, he had the uncomfortable feeling
she saw through the partial lie. “It seems to me you have to make some kind of
decision or it will be made for you.”
    “I suppose you think you’re the answer to fixing my problems
here?”
    “I know I am. The question is whether you’re the answer to
what I’m seeking.”
    It was a strange way to put it. But he rose. “Why don’t we
go to my office and talk about that?”
    When she nodded, he gestured to her to precede him toward
the office hallway. She pushed off the bar and came toward him, filling his
nose with her essence again, that aroma of soothing coolness and primitive
earth. He had to restrain himself from pouncing on her right then and there. He
bet her taste would be delicious and her body would be—
    Stop it, you jackass. What in the world is going on here?
    When she brushed past him, his body jerked at the contact.
He hadn’t done that before, but they hadn’t been alone before. He slid a glance
at her but she didn’t seem to notice his reaction. Or have one of her own.
    “Sit down,” he said brusquely when they reached his office,
more order than request. That appeared to be the only way he could keep control
of the situation.
    “Please,” she told him.
    “Excuse me?”
    “Sit down, please, ” she repeated with exaggerated
patience.
    “Please.” He gritted out the word. Why did she seem to think
she could give him orders? Or rather, why did it feel like he was waiting
for her to do just that?
    Seating herself in the small chair beside the desk, she
crossed her legs. Then she released the tie she’d put on her hair while she was
working the bar. Shaking out the golden shimmer of locks brought him a wave of
her provocative scent. His gaze latched on to the curve of her hip, the way her
buttock pressed into the chair. He could scoop one hand under that firm cheek,
put the other hand at her waist and lift her right off her feet. Let her hook
her legs around him, slide her down inch by inch along his bare body. She’d
feel so damn good against him, all that cool pale skin.
    Tease. That was the word that came to mind. Not the only
one, but he was going to have to shut down his mind and put his cock in a coma
if he wanted to get through this conversation. Looking at her conjured up all
kinds of images. Her naked on his bed. Her golden hair spread out around her.
Perfect round breasts with rosy nipples begging for his mouth. Legs spread wide
so he could feast on her pussy. Would she be shaved or have golden down between
her legs? He didn’t care as long as slick pink lips tasting of her honey
waited.
    If he didn’t stop this soon he’d have to step outside and
take himself in hand.
    “Listen.” He shifted in front of the desk, allowing his big
body to take up most of the small space. It was a tactic he’d used to good
advantage in dealing with anyone trying to intimidate him. “I don’t know who
the hell you are, but my trust isn’t the best anymore. You came here, took over
my bar—”
    She rose right up in front of him. “I didn’t take it over.”
Putting that same finger against his chest, he was surprised to find the
pressure strong enough to back him into his desk so he had to sit his