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total ass. The prospect seriously needs to
learn his place. Trying to kiss me.” She enjoyed it a little too much. He
wasn’t the type to take no for an answer, and in that moment, there was no
telling him no. Was she going to tell him that? Hell no.
    The black-and-white paint shifted his weight, pawing at the
grass. Realizing she was scrubbing too hard, Amy patted his shoulder. “Sorry,
boy. He’s just so damn frustrating. Be thankful you’re a horse.” Tossing the
brush in the bucket, she scooped up the hose to rinse out his mane.
    “Mace really thinks he’s all that and a bag of chips. I
mean, yeah, he’s good looking. But that doesn’t mean he’s got to flaunt it.”
She saw the way women all but threw themselves at him at the party. Granted,
they were your typical pass-arounds, but he ate it up. One thing she could say
about him, he never touched any of them. Even Maggie told her that he was
untouchable, that the ol’ladies had a pool going on who he would nail first.
    Amy glanced around the barn toward the back of the house.
Not seeing anyone, she peeled off her tank top. May as well get some sun while
bathing Little Joe. She laid the top over the tie post before scooping up the
hose once more to wet his hind quarters. “All right. Maybe he’s not that bad.”
But he was still a prospect.
    “Who’s not that bad?”
    Amy jumped clean out of her skin at the voice that sent
chills down her spine. Whirling around, she saw Mace leaning against the barn
door, arms folded over his bare chest, with a smug look on his face.
    She couldn’t help but stare. He was a force to be reckoned
with. Mace was a feral beast wrapped in a tight bundle of raw sexuality. His
body glistened with sweat under the rays of sun, beads of sweat trickling down
his torso with agonizing slowness, only to disappear under the waistband of his
jeans. Amy’s eyes roamed over him, taking note of the tattoos gracing his chest
and flat abdomen, and just how much her mouth ached when her eyes finally
reached the V juncture from stomach to hip.
    “Amy?”
    The low tenure of his voice brought her out of her reverie,
a single shoulder shrugged. “Does it matter?”
    “That I think I’m all that?” Brow rose up under the mussed
bangs that hung low over silver eyes. “Actually, darlin’…”He pushed off the
door jam and stalked toward her. “I’ve heard not only am I all that and a bag
of chips, but a sandwich and a thirty-two ounce coke.”
    Oh dear Lord, how much had he heard? Her cheeks burned,
though it was minimalized by the ache her body felt from the way he looked at
her. His look told her he was starving and she was going to be his last meal.
    “You are incorrigible,” she squealed at him. Reaching down,
she scooped up a sponge and threw it at him.
    Her aim sucked.
    The soap-filled sponge splatted Mace right upside his head.
    The look written on his face spoke of severe retaliation.
All Amy could do was run. Bolting around the horse, she let out a cry of
surprise when water poured over her head. Left sputtering, she darted around
Little Joe to see Mace in a fit of laughter up against the post the paint was
tied to.
    Payback was a bitch and her name was Amethyst James.
    Amy fled for the hose. Mace stopped laughing when he got
doused by the spray of water coming from the hose she held. He was an Adonis.
There was no question of that as he stood there water dripping off his hard
body. Her breath ceased to exist when he tossed his head back, leaving a single
strand lying across his chiseled features.
    “I know you didn’t just…”
    Amy wiggled her brows, rocking side to side with a slow nod.
“Oh yeah. I did. And I’ll do it again.”
    The yelp of shock, followed by him charging for her, was
enough to get her feet moving. Amy dropped the hose, and with a peal of
laughter, darted for the barn a minute too late.
    “Umph!” The air rushed out of her when she was tackled to a
pile of hay in the next to last stall. It prickled her