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you can believe what they write in the papers."
    "Black Conley,” Kate replied, the name rolling off her tongue as though she was contemplating it. “I have heard of him. His ma ran an operation like this in East Texas. I should know. One of the women I worked with in Nevada worked there for a while. He might be interesting company for tonight."
    "Thought you were dog-tired."
    "Things change, especially when Black Conley comes calling. I'm sure you gave him a deal on being with each of us. I think tonight will be on the house, though. You know, sort of a welcome to the Double Bar B."
    Belle nodded her head. “All I ask is that you girls keep him busy. I don't want him getting any crazy ideas about me. I'm sure you understand what I mean by that."
    "I get it, Belle, but somehow I think this one has you interested. You really should try it. If you don't, you won't ever know what you're missing,” Kate teased. “I'm certain you'd like it a lot better when you're getting paid for it."
    "I like it a lot better when I'm the one taking the money and handling it for you girls. I don't want any part of the other, thank you."
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    After learning where he would be bunking, Black left the ranch house with a smile a mile wide on his face. He didn't care about the other girls. The one he wanted was the boss. She was just about the prettiest thing he'd seen in a long time. Her long white-blond hair was styled into the latest fashion, and her green eyes were ones that any man could die and not mind once he'd seen them. It was no wonder her neighbor wanted her in his bed. Any man would have to be a fool not to want to call Belle Barton his own.
    He'd just have to bide his time. The stories he heard in town could prove wrong. Just looking at her, he could tell she wasn't some tight virgin who didn't know the pleasure of being with a man. Somewhere along the line someone had done her wrong, and she wasn't about to fall into any man's arms. That was all right by him. She said there were four whores working for her, and trying each of them could probe to be an interesting pastime for the long winter nights ahead of him. Sooner or later he'd melt the ice that Belle had around her heart and when he did, he was certain she'd prove to be a more interesting companion than any of her whores.
    He knew if he'd stayed in her kitchen any longer, the bulge in the front of his pants would have given her a clue as to his intentions.
    Once his horse was stabled, he realized that his hardon wasn't about to go away any time soon without getting some relief. A quick hand job behind the barn would take care of it until the lovely Miss Belle could be persuaded to let him get into her bed. He prayed it wouldn't take him long to get into her pants, since he didn't relish jacking off any more than he did sticking his cock into the other girls. They'd give him relief, but it wouldn't be the one he wanted, and therefore not the same. He didn't give himself to a woman unless she was special, and Belle was damned special in his book. Paid companions were all right for a night or two, but a woman like Belle was what he wanted for a lifetime and at twenty-nine, he decided that lifetime should be a hell of a lot longer than it would be if he continued working as a U.S. Marshal.
    He shook his head in disbelief at his thoughts. He had no right to think about happily ever after with a woman. In his line of work, he was much better off sticking with whores. They expected no more than what he paid them to give him. He knew he still wanted Belle, but on his terms, not hers. She would grace his bed and it would be because she wanted to, not because she was paid to. Once he satisfied his curiosity about her, he'd be free to go on to the next assignment, once this one was finished.
    Maybe it would have been different if she hadn't been wearing those tight-fitting pants and a shirt open far enough for him to get a good look at her breasts. She was a fine woman, a fine woman