Sneak Peek!

Copyright@2022 Rhonda Lee Carver 

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A slower song started and a pretty, petite blonde moved into the cowboy’s open arms. He swirled her around the floor, making a full circle, while she gazed up at him in awe. Even Dusty felt her cheeks aching from a smile as she continued to watch the couple.

He pushed his hat higher on his forehead and she got a good look at his face. Something about his features seemed familiar, like they’d met before, and yet she would remember if they had. Maybe he had one of those faces, yet even as she thought it, she knew better. Just his angular, whiskered jaw set him apart from a lot of men. He was a kind of handsome that got into a woman’s bones before a word slipped past his lips.

He swiveled and his gaze clashed with Dusty’s again. His eyes were a magnetic blue—or bottle green—that caught every glimmer of the neon overhead light. A woman could tell a lot about a man just by his eyes. The twinkle gave her the impression that he had a gentle spirit, but the wide jaw warned her he could stand his ground. He did have amazing feet and she’d bet her old red truck that he could move between the sheets too.

He grinned at the woman in his arms and she flushed. Did she get a little wobbly-kneed? Dusty certainly did.

She’d never been much of a romantic, but on occasion she surprised herself.

What the hell?

She needed to pull back and get a grip.

Handsome cowboy didn’t mean “Come and get him”.

Dusty tapped the heel of her cowgirl boot against the foot bar as she continued to watch, entertained by his moves. She’d almost forgotten that she was waiting for a date and had an odd wish that Griff would be a few more minutes late, at least until the current song ended. 

When that finally happened, the intriguing cowboy nodded at his dance partner and they split ways. So, they weren’t together?

Dusty’s breath caught mid-way in her chest as he crossed the bar, a gentle command in his step, heading her direction like a heat seeking missile. His gaze found hers through the crowd and his smile widened. A ball of warmth burst between her inner thighs making the new lace panties damp.

What was wrong with her? She wanted Griff—sexy, handsome, charming Griff who she’d gotten to know. Not some random stranger who just happened to dance like a cowboy version of Fred Astaire.

Swiveling on the stool, she stared into the beveled glass behind the bar and felt a warm brushing of contact against her arm as the cowboy slid up next to her. Goosebumps skittered over her skin and her nipples pinched. The cowboy had touched her. Accidentally, of course, but her body came alive as if he had shocked her with a live wire.

“Rainey, can I get a water?” he said in a deep voice so pleasant that it was auditory chocolate.

“Coming right up, buddy,” the bartender said.

“Ma’am, is anyone sitting here?”

She realized he was talking to her. She slowly lifted her chin, pretending that she hadn’t been gawking at him for the last ten minutes.

One corner of his mouth lifted into a playful grin, bracketed by dimples that could second as watering holes. Did he have to practice that sexy expression because it seemed that something so amazing would need to be rehearsed. “Yes…I mean, no, not right now. I’m waiting for someone.”

His eyes were blue, but not just blue…but a color so pale it reminded her of the bright clear sky after a hard rain that had washed away every impurity. “Mind if I sit for a moment?”

What could she say?

What did she want to say?