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them?”
    She grinned and poked him in the chest with her finger. “You just want me for my cookies.”
    “Oh, honey,” he murmured against her lips. “I want you for a hell of a lot more than your cookies.”
    He gave her another long, incredible kiss that almost made her forget all about cookies when he finally drew away and took her by her hand. They were halfway out the door when she remembered them.

Chapter 6
    It was dark by the time they reached the event. Parking near the barn was packed and Dillon and Carly had to park a good distance away. He held her hand as they walked while he carried the tin of cookies with his opposite arm. His hand felt warm around hers and she smiled up at him.
    The night was cool, the air filled with talking, laughter, and good ol’ country western music. A bright glow came from the barn and little white lights were wrapped around limbs of the trees to either side of the big structure.
    Tables were covered with potluck dishes including casseroles, enchiladas, lasagna, pork ribs, potato salad, macaroni salad, baked beans, coleslaw, fruit salad, veggie trays, and more. And then the desserts—chocolate, white, and angel food cakes. Puddings, Jell-O salads, trifles, among other desserts. Carly’s big tin of chocolate chip cookies fit right in.
    As soon as they arrived, people started greeting both of them. Some people it turned out they both knew while others were her acquaintances or his. By far, Dillon knew more folks than she did.
    She and Dillon grabbed paper plates, napkins, and plastic utensils and dug in with everyone else. There were benches, lawn chairs, and hay bales to sit on. Once they managed to work their way through greeting more people they knew, Carly and Dillon perched on a hay bale and ate their fill of dinner after he got two cups of punch.
    “We’re going to need to do a whole lot of dancing to work this off,” she said as she turned toward the barn, listening to the live band. “Everything I had was wonderful. Doesn’t party food seem to taste better outside on a beautiful night like this?”
    “Yep, I have to agree.” Dillon smiled then took their empty plates and plastic ware and tossed them, then filled their cups with more punch.
    He took her by the hand again and led her into the barn. Lights hung from the rafters in the huge old barn and hay bales were scattered for people to rest on around the dance area. The center of the barn was filled with people two-stepping to a lively tune.
    When she’d moved to Patagonia, Carly had picked up country dancing fairly quickly and had gone with friends to country western bars in Sierra Vista where she’d had a chance to use her new dancing skills.
    Dillon swung her out onto the dance floor and she laughed as they started two-stepping around the place with other couples.
    Carly laughed and had the most fun she’d had in ages and it was clear by his grin that Dillon was having a terrific time, too. He was a great dancer and the two of them made a good couple.
    By the time a slow tune started, a light sheen of perspiration coated her skin. Dillon took her into his arms and she tilted her face to look into his eyes. He held her close as he met her gaze. She smiled at him as they slowly moved in the midst of all of the other dancers. She loved his masculine scent and the way he looked at her.
    Even though she had no intention of developing a serious relationship with Dillon, she liked the way he made her feel. It was a secure, cared for feeling—which was silly considering he’d just won her in a poker game last night. She grinned.
    “What’s so funny?” he asked with a smile.
    “I was thinking about last night when you won me in the bet against Mike.”
    “We’ll have something to tell our grandkids,” Dillon said with a grin of his own.
    “Very funny.” She pushed away his words, feeling off kilter by the tone of his voice, the look in his eyes. “I’m yours ’til tomorrow, and that’s it,