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to get the image of her sassy mouth out of his head all day. It was one of the reasons he’d insisted on some unplanned, outdoor calisthenics. He’d hoped the cool air would chill the parts of him that kept thinking about the arrogant woman’s long legs wrapped around more than just a horse.
    He couldn’t understand why he was attracted to her at all. She was nothing like Becky. His wife had been demure and genteel with sun-kissed blonde hair and eyes that were as blue as Texas bluebells. Laurel Keenan walked around as though she owned the world, her pert little nose up in the air, her green eyes glowing with attitude, while she tossed her long brown hair around like a pulaski. His mind drifted back to her mouth again, and what he wanted her to do with it made his jeans grow unbearably tight.
    Sam quickly jumped up. He needed that beer more than he thought. Guilt nipped at him at the carnal images that had been wracking his body all day. It was just lust. He’d been celibate so long he’d feel this way about any attractive woman who crossed his path—even one with a young child and who was likely happily married.
    He needed something to occupy his body and his thoughts that was all. But fire season was still nearly two months off. Right now, even karaoke night with women tossing their thong underwear at Liam Ferguson sounded like a good idea. As long as it distracted Sam’s mind from the woman caring for his horse.
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    “I’m sorry. Did you just say Bryce is getting married ?” Miranda Ferguson’s shocked voice rose above the din coming from the crowd within The Drop Zone. The sound of pool balls ricocheting off one another warred with the noise from random sporting events blaring from the televisions mounted on the walls.
    The Drop Zone was a landmark in Glacier Creek. The long, narrow room featured a smattering of twenty round dining tables, a fifty-foot carved oak bar rescued from an old brothel in the mining town of Taft, and tin ceilings with scenes of the gold rush imprinted on the tiles. Two pool tables occupied the back of the bar where a vintage jukebox wailed next to a small dance floor. Laurel’s uncle, Hugh Ferguson, and two of his hotshot cronies had bought The Drop Zone nearly fifteen years ago, saving it from demolition and turning it into a favorite dining spot for locals.
    “Shhh!” Laurel pleaded with her cousin as she glanced at the tables around them to see if the other patrons had overheard. “I’d rather word didn’t get out just yet.”
    “Are you worried this will blow your cover story that Bryce is gay and that’s why he hasn’t married you?” their waitress asked as she placed a trio of drinks on the table. “Because really, anyone with access to TMZ has known for years that was a lie.”
    Crossing her arms over her chest, Laurel leaned back in her chair and glared at Tori Kingston. Tori responded with a cheeky grin before strutting off in her cute boots and tight jeans to flirt with a table of suits from the local insurance company.
    “Ignore her,” Ivy Harris said from beside Laurel. “Seriously, the best thing Vin Kingston did was come to his senses and divorce that woman.”
    Miranda fiddled with the bottle of beer in front of her. “Ivy’s right, Tori has always been jealous of you. But she does have a point. Bryce Johnson getting married is going to be big news, even if his bride-to-be wasn’t a Dutch model. It’s going to be hard to keep something like this quiet.”
    Laurel gave her friends a resigned nod. Tyson’s father was an internationally famous snowboarder with the reputation of being a daredevil who played as hard off the slopes as he did on them. His feats were fodder not only for the record books, but the tabloids as well.
    “Bryce and Audrianna aren’t planning to announce their engagement until they tell Tyson.” Laurel swallowed painfully as she slumped down in her chair. “Bryce wants to tell him in person during their trip to Disneyland next