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casual and understated, but she’s put together like a show pony.  Neat and carefully groomed.  Her hair hanging down over her shoulders gleams under the flashing lights and even from here I can see that she’s wearing just the right amount of make-up.
    Most women overdo that shit but I like it natural, clean.  Fuck, she’s as perfect as I’ve ever seen.  I’ve never even touched her, and already this lush little dove has me whipped.
    I imagine taking her out to the field, laying her out and messing up her hair, thrusting into her until she tears at the grass underneath as she tries to hold on.  I want her wearing my cum like a badge of honor.  I want her covered in me so everyone knows she is more than just taken by me – she’s ruined in the most magnificent and gorgeous way.
    She’s tapping her foot to the music and tracing ChapStick over her lips as she waits for her drink order, so she doesn’t see the douche bag pushing through the last few people to get to her. She snaps around as he comes up next to her, then he lays the money on her tray, says a few words and turns back.
    I’ve known her for all of five minutes, but I pick up clues.  It’s body language, and I know body language. It’s another side effect of my work with horses. They’re great communicators if you know their language. And when it comes to people, we’re not that different. The set of her jaw, the slant of her hips. I think I know what she’s saying better than she does.
    She’s happy.  I see it in her eyes, her body.  And I’m happy simply because she is.
    I imagine the touch of my fingertips on those plump cheeks. How soft she must be, like the petals of wildflowers.  How I’d draw her next to me, kissing her hair after I’ve fucked her and done things to her God didn’t intend.  Teaching her the meaning of the word pleasure. 
    Her face lights up as she picks the money off the tray, stares at it in her hand for a long moment. 
    Then, it happens.
    When her eyes finally raise under her lashes, they flicker across the mass of people and light on mine.  It only lasts a second, but she breaks into a dimpled smile that starts on her lips but finishes in her eyes and that shit’s all mine. 
    That’s my new purpose in life.  To make her smile all the way to her eyes. Every fucking minute of every single day just so I get to see that dimple again and again.

Chapter Three
    RACHEL

    “S eriously?”  Tabitha smiles around the sides of the straw she’s sucking on. “Was he like, trying to pick you up?” She chuckles and carries on grinning while she slurps her seven-and-seven.
    “I don’t think so.  He just walked up, said ‘Thank you for the great service,’ dropped it on my tray and walked away.  I wasn’t even their waitress.” 
    A shiver causes my shoulders to shimmy.  Something is in the air and I can’t shake the feeling that the mountain man that looked at me had something to do with the guy that gave me that tip.  But I can’t figure it out and it’s making me feel unsettled in an excited sort of way.
    Tabitha drains her drink and shakes her glass at me, making the straw tap against the sides.
    I give her a motherly look. “Aren’t you driving?”
    “Not for a while.”  She smiles.  “Oh come on, you’re no fun.  I mean, you work in a bar and you don’t even drink.  Just one more, then I’m done.”
    She holds up her pinky to illustrate the point, then pushes her empty glass across the table at me. Up at this end of the bar it’s staff only, which she isn’t, but that doesn’t bother her. The high top table is her home when she’s in here. 
    I roll my eyes and turn to the bartender, Leonard, with the empty glass held high.  He shakes his head but reaches for the Seagram’s anyway as he grabs a clean glass and fills it with ice.  He’s not supposed to give Tabitha free drinks, but everyone gives Tabitha free drinks.  She’s got that something.   Something I do not