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though. Didn’t much like the way he treated his women, either, if rumor was correct.
    She was reaching into her pocket, pulling out one of her business cards, the same kind she’d given him. Giving the same pitch she’d given him. Tex was smiling, nodding, spending about ten minutes studying her card. Guy probably couldn’t read. Who cared? Who said the Wild Mustang Man had to read? As Josh understood it, it wasn’t a speaking part. But it was his part. She’d offered it to him first. And by God, no simple-minded wrangler was going to take it away from him.
    Without thinking any further, Josh plowed through the crowd, towering over most of the other men he passed as he made his way to where Bridget was talking to Tex. With a brief nod to Tex, he took Bridget by the elbow and spun her around.
    “Still looking for your Wild Mustang Man?”
    Her eyes widened. “Yes, but—”
    “Then I’ll do it. Let’s go.” With his hand firmly on her elbow they walked through the crowd, leaving a bewildered Tex standing there staring, as they marched past the milling horseflesh out into the parking lot to Josh’s truck and horse trailer where he finally stopped. Bridget turned to face him, out of breath, with her eyes shining.
    “Did you say you’d do it? You’d be my Wild Mustang Man?”
    “You’re sure it won’t take up my time?” he asked gruffly, already regretting his decision.
    “Absolutely not. We’ll shoot around your schedule.”
    “We?”
    “The camera crew. They’ll just be here at the very end. You’re the boss, though. Whatever you say goes. What...what made you change your mind?”
    He tried to think of an answer. The hot sun beating mercilessly on his head was no help. Sweat trickled down his forehead. He opened his truck and reached into his cooler for two bottles of ginger beer. He’d never admit to anyone, not even to himself, that he was jealous of some half-baked cowboy. He handed her a cold drink, opened his and took a long swallow.
    “The part about Max’s college education,” he said at last “I wish now I’d gone on to college. But there was the ranch. And there was Molly.”
    “Molly’s your wife?”
    “Was my wife until she died two years ago.”
    “I’m sorry,” Bridget said softly.
    “Have you ever been married?” he asked to change the subject
    “No. I came close once. I was engaged last year, but I’m not anymore. I’m on my own. My own business, my own life. I like it that way,” she said in a determined tone, then tilted her chin and took a long drink of ginger beer.
    Fascinated he watched a drop trickle from the corner of her mouth. Almost reached over to catch it. Stopped himself just in time. But couldn’t stop his heartbeat from accelerating.
    “Well, anyway,” he said, slamming the door to his truck. “I came here to get a horse. I better get back in there before they’re picked over.” Or before he’d spilled his guts to an advertising lady from the city who exuded self-sufficiency and the essence of exotic flowers that teased his nostrils, making him think of silk sheets and satin skin. Hers. What was wrong with him? He was a cotton sheet and calluses kind of guy. And she was not his type.
    “Wait a minute,” Bridget said, realizing she was being dismissed before she was ready to go. Yes, she got what she came for, but she wasn’t ready to leave. Not yet. “If it’s not asking too much, I’d like to see how you choose a wild mustang. For research purposes, you know. I haven’t taken many pictures yet, either. So if it’s all right with you...” She could tell by his expression it wasn’t all right, but he resignedly tossed his empty bottle and hers into the truck, and they went back inside to where the wild horses were waiting to be chosen.
    Leaning next to him at the fence, her shoulder brushed his. Even through his chambray shirt, she could feel the hard muscle there. The herd of horses behind the fence blurred, and all she could do was