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out of his lap. “Do you want a drink? If not, I have work to do.”
    He gave his order and Mona escaped. When she made it back to the bar, Bunny was there, eyes wide. “I thought you were going to hit him with your tray.”
    “I almost did.” Mona glanced back at Dalton then smiled at Bunny. “It’s official.”
    “What?”
    “I’m over him.”
    Bunny clapped her hands and hugged her. “Good, then you can go after that other cowboy with an open heart and mind.”
    Mona frowned. “I have yet to see Grant.” And if truth be told, he was the one Mona was more concerned about seeing. Looking back, it was Grant’s tenderness and caring that had brought her close to the team roping pair. In the end, he’d been no different than Dalton, running out on her without looking back. It had been Grant who’d made all the promises then broken them. In which case, it made him an even bigger heel than Dalton. Not that it mattered. Three years was a long time. Hell, he probably wouldn’t even recognize her.
    “Grant, Schmant. You’re ready. If he has the gall to show up here, you can tell him exactly what you think of him and be free and clear of any lingering heartache.” Bunny looked around the room. “Have you seen him?”
    “No. As far as that goes, I haven’t even seen the cowboy since our little dance.”
    Bunny frowned and glanced around the saloon. “Wonder where he got off to?”
    “Doesn’t matter. There are a hundred guys in the room. Why should I worry about one or two?”
    “That’s my Mona. She’s back in the saddle!” Bunny grabbed her tray from her hand and slammed it on the bar. “Come on, I want to dance, but I don’t want to do it alone.”
    “Yeah, really, where are Cory and Jack?”
    “Cory had a big test to study for his medical school in Dallas and won’t be home all week. Jack is on duty tonight since it’s rodeo week. I’m partnerless.”
    “I’m sure any one of these cowboys would love to dance with you.” Mona let Bunny drag her toward the dance floor.
    “Yeah, but not all of them know the steps to this line dance, and you do.” She jumped into the lines of cowboys and cowgirls kicking up their feet to a lively country song, all in sync with the dance steps. In time with the music, they all yelled, “Hell, yeah!”
    Mona laughed and clapped her hands when she was supposed to and spun and did the grapevine. She’d let her life become too mundane, too predictable, it was time she had a little more fun.
    As she danced with Bunny, she just happened to glance toward the far corner of the bar, right into Grant Raleigh’s ice blue eyes.
     
    “Do you think she’ll give me her number after slapping my face?” Sam asked, with his back to the dance floor.
    Grant’s radar had picked up on Mona as soon as she stepped onto the dance floor with a woman Grant recognized but couldn’t put a name to. As the line dance progressed, Mona got into the moves, her hips swinging, her smile bright.
    Grant’s jeans tightened. He remembered how Mona felt beneath him, her hips in his hands as he thrust into her while she sucked on Dalton’s cock. That she’d been willing to go to bed with the two of them made him hot then and even hotter as he watched her dancing.
    When her gaze met his, Grant froze, his breath caught in his throat. She recognized him immediately.
    She stopped in mid-step, her gaze going from surprise to shock. The rest of the dancers bumped into her, she tripped on her own boots and tried to catch herself, taking down half the line like a row of dominoes.
    Grant leaped from his seat.
    “What the hell?” Sam exclaimed and jumped up after him.
    Pushing his way through the crowd, Grant emerged onto the dance floor.
    Mona lay in a tangled heap of boots, legs and laughing people. She struggled to get her feet back under her, cringing as someone stepped on her leg.
    Grant held out his hand. “Take my hand.”
    She looked up at him, her face blanching, and hesitated.
    Sam arrived