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and Sofa, so I think I’m safe.”
    She nearly asked what the names of his three sisters were, but she stopped herself. Somehow that seemed inappropriate. More personal, even, than the discussion of his conception. She didn’t know Ford. Didn’t want to know him longer than the length of this song. Personal details like the names of his sisters didn’t matter. So instead, she gave in to her temptation to rest her cheek against the strong wall of his chest and to breathe in deeply.
    After a moment he said, “I hope you don’t judge Dale too harshly.”
    “Dale?”
    “The guy hitting on you earlier.”
    “Ah. Him.” She’d forgotten he even existed.
    “He’s been going through a rough divorce. His wife left him for a guy who’s twenty-three years old.”
    “Ouch. That’s got to be hard on the ego.”
    “Exactly. Which is why he’s been a mite irritable lately. But what exactly did you say to him that made him so mad?”
    She cringed, hesitating before answering him. “I said he looked like Elmer Fudd.”
    Ford seemed to be suppressing laughter. “I can’t imagine why that offended him. Everybody loves Elmer Fudd.”
    “That’s what I tried to tell him!”
    They both chuckled. But then she looked up. For a moment, space seemed to telescope around them, blocking out everything else. The smoke, the crowd, even the blare of the music faded until all she could hear was the steady thump-thump of the bass echoing the thud of her heartbeat.
    She felt her nerves prickle in anticipation. Desire, hot and heavy, unspooled through her body. Her very skin felt weighed down. Her thighs flushed with warmth.
    Who knew that laughter could be such a turn-on?
    Their feet stopped shuffling across the floor. That ridiculous grin seemed frozen on her face for an instant, but then it faded, melted away by the intensity of his gaze. There was a spot just over his ear where his otherwise straight hair curled. Before she couldthink, her fingers had moved to his temple to tease that wayward lock of hair.
    He took her hand in his, stilling her fingers. He cleared his throat, and she expected him to say something, something funny maybe, something to lighten the tension between them, but he said nothing.
    Who had ever imagined that she’d feel this needy lust for a stranger? Not just a stranger, but a cowboy. A Texan. When she’d sworn she’d never even set foot in this damn state again. She so hadn’t seen this coming.
    That’s when it hit her. Here, tonight, was a night out of time. She would never be here again. She would never see him again.
    In this strange place, with this man she didn’t know, she had complete immunity. Freedom from her well-planned life. From her routines and her expectations of herself.
    Tonight she could do whatever she wanted with no consequences. She could allow herself to do what she would normally never do. She could be stupid and reckless.
    Without giving herself the chance to harbor second thoughts, she rose up on her toes and pressed her lips to his. His mouth moved over hers with a heated intensity. The sensual promise in his kiss made her shiver. She arched against him, letting her body answer the call of his. She slipped her hand into his and walked off the dance floor, tugging him along behind her.
    As she wove her way through the crowd, the tempo of her blood picked up. After a lifetime of carefullyplanning, of controlling her actions and emotions, he could be her one rebellion. Tonight could be a vacation from her life.
    And even if this was a mistake, he’d make sure she didn’t regret it.

Two
    Two months later
    “Y ou’ve got to stop moping around,” Jonathon Bagdon said, then added, “And get your feet off my desk.”
    Ford, who’d been sitting with his work boots propped up on the edge of Jonathon’s desk while he scraped the tip of his pocketknife under his nails, looked up for the first time since his business partner walked in the room. “What?”
    Jonathon swatted at