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crackers for every meal. Although Tess used to worry about her weight and being a little plump, she finally realized she was never going to be a skinny girl and people would either accept her or not. Once she accepted herself and gained confidence in who she was, it seemed others did as well.
    “Physical therapist,” she said, glancing around hoping Brice was on his way back. The two guys next to her had been downing beer like it was the night before prohibition went into effect and they were making her nervous.
    “So you do massages and that kind of thing?” Ken asked, looking at her in a way that made the hair on the back of her neck prickle.
    “Yes,” she said, turning her attention back to the ropers.
    “You can work your magic on me anytime, hon,” Ken said, sliding close enough she wrinkled her nose at his smell. “Wanna start tonight?”
    “She won’t be doing any such thing,” a deep voice said from in front of her. Tess raised her head, startled to see Travis. He looked even better than she imagined in his snug Wranglers, western shirt and scuffed boots. He wore a black Stetson and already had his spurs and chinks buckled into place. He turned and sat down beside her in the small space Ken left between the two of them. The scents of horse, leather, spicy aftershave and enticing man floated around Tess. Ken and his friend slid down the bleachers, leaving plenty of room next to Travis. “And don’t call her hon. She’s particular about what people call her, aren’t you Miss Morgan?”
    “Yes, I am,” Tess said, circling her hand around Travis’ bulging bicep and giving it a squeeze, letting him know she was grateful for the rescue. The contact sent a flash of fire through her fingers directly to her stomach, but she ignored it, thankful Travis arrived when he had.
    Travis leaned back and smiled at her, looking like he didn’t have a care in the world although Tess’ touch on his arm was searing through his shirt right down to his bones.
    “I saw Brice down at the concession stand and he said he dragged you here tonight kicking and screaming. I had to come see if you looked as battle-weary as he does,” Travis teased. Giving her a once over, he grinned. “You look pretty good to me.”
    “You’re almost as good at lying as Brice,” Tess said, not knowing whether to be exasperated by Travis’ teasing or relieved. “I look like a hot pink mess and I’ll thank you to not mention it again.”
     “I won’t mention it again, Tessa,” Travis rumbled in a whisper as he leaned close to her. “But I think if you take out pink mess, you’ve got the description just right.”
    Flustered, she fought the shiver that raced down her spine at both his words and his breath, warm and minty, by her ear. She turned to look at him and found his face close to hers, his intense blue eyes looking into her own. If she wasn’t careful, she could get sucked into the wild vortex that was Travis Thompson and never find her way out again.
    “Hey, I see you found her,” Brice said as he plopped down on the other side of Travis, forcing Ken to scoot even further down the bleacher row.  Brice handed Travis a cold pop in a large plastic cup. “Pass that down to the queen bee, would you?”
    Travis accepted the pop and started to pass it to Tess. Before she could accept it from him, he took a deep drink then handed it over. Wiggling his eyebrows at her, he grinned.
    “You were always a pop hog,” Tess said, taking the cup from him, both annoyed and excited at his behavior. “It’s nice to see you be consistent about some things.”
    “Happy to oblige,” he said, leaning back again and putting his arm around her shoulders. The contact made her thoughts muddle while it caused Travis’ temperature to rise a few degrees. He needed to go back behind the chutes and away from the temptation that was Tess. Even in her scrubs, he thought she looked entirely too appealing. When he saw the two drunks hitting on her, it