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on his skin as the sun heated him. It made her imagine tangled sheets and sweaty, naked bodies… Hers and his.
    When she asked, he told her about his family. The Camerons owned several thousand acres in the San Rafael Valley and the properties had been divided up among the four sons and one daughter when their parents died in a car accident.
    Danica, the youngest and only girl, was the only one in the family who didn’t ranch. She had just moved to California to work as a research associate at the University of California at San Diego. She worked in a department that did breeding maintenance, genotyping, cloning, and similar projects.
    “We miss the hell out of that girl,” Dillon said with obvious fondness. “All of us kept an eye on her and it’s been different not having her around.”
    “Four big brothers to watch over her.” Carly smiled. “I bet you guys scared off all her boyfriends.”
    “Yeah, I’m sure we put the fear of God into anyone she dated.” Dillon laughed and shook his head. “Probably not a wonder why she took off like she did.”
    “I bet she misses it.” Carly tilted her head to the side. “I bet she misses everything around here.”
    He nodded. “As much as she enjoys her job, the girl’s homesick.”
    Dillon asked Carly about her two brothers and sister. Her younger brother was a mechanic at a dealership and her older brother worked for a shipping company delivering packages. Her older sister was a jeweler.
    By the time they finished and rode back to the house, the sun was hanging low in the sky.
    “Time to get ready for the barn dance,” Carly said as they unsaddled the horses. “I could use a shower. I smell like horse and I’m sweaty and dusty.”
    “You go on ahead.” Dillon nodded toward the house. “I’ll finish up here.”
    She sauntered toward the house, stopping to get her bag with her clothing and other items then headed inside.
    As soon as she walked into the house, her hot skin started to cool. She headed for the guest room to use the guest bathroom. She certainly wasn’t at the point where she would feel comfortable using Dillon’s room.
    She felt refreshed after her shower and slipped into clean clothing and her good boots. She blow-dried her hair then pulled it back in a French braid then put on a pair of small gold hoops and a gold chain with a small gold medallion.
    When she finished putting on her makeup and brushing her teeth, she stuffed everything into her bag and carried it out of the bedroom with her, along with the tin of cookies. Dillon was in the living room, sitting on a chair and shining his black cowboy boots.
    He looked up at her and a sexy smile tipped the corners of his mouth as he put down the brush and the boot and stood. She set the bag and the cookies on a chair as he came toward her and then he took her into his arms.
    “You are so beautiful, Carly.” He tugged on the end of her braid. “I want to see your hair down. You have such gorgeous hair.”
    “All right.” She smiled. “Go ahead.”
    He pulled off the clip that she’d put at the end of her French braid and he handed it to her. She stuffed it in her pocket as he ran his fingers through her hair, fluffing it out so that it surrounded her face in soft waves.
    “That’s better.” He slid one hand into her hair and cupped her head at her nape and brought her to him for a kiss.
    How could this kiss be even more incredible than the one last night? He touched her and tasted her and every one of her senses seemed to be lit on fire.
    Forget the barn dance and go straight for the bedroom.
    No, Carly. She didn’t go to bed with men on the first date. Ever. But her body was sure inclined to make an exception for this man.
    Down, girl.
    When he drew away she stared up into his eyes, wanting to get lost in the amazing blue of them. He gave her a firm kiss and she smiled up at him.
    “I can smell those cookies from here,” he said with a smile. “Sure you don’t want to leave