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accompanied his brothers out tonight—he knew she wouldn’t be here.
    His gaze caught hers for only the barest of seconds before he turned his eyes quickly away and focused on the bar top. From the corner of his eye, he saw one of her simple smiles cross her face before she returned to her task of persuading Lucky Davis to end his pursuit of romance as it pertained to her.
    “Damn, she’s a looker. They don’t make many like that anymore. Especially around these parts.” Hayden practically drooled as he made his comment. Brent smiled at his remark and then followed the line of his brother’s eyes. They were focused directly on Peyton’s ass. He could look all he wanted, but it wouldn’t change anything. Peyton James was off-limits—that’s all there was to it. The glittering diamond on her finger said as much. That was his fault. If he had just swallowed his pride and his fear of being hurt all those years ago, that diamond on her finger would have been his. Instead, he had acted like a supreme ass and pushed her away. He’d given her excuse after excuse, but never the real reason for his wanting to break up. He hadn’t wanted his space. He hadn’t wanted to date other people. He just didn’t want his heart broken if their relationship went south. He had walked away before she’d had the chance to. Now she belonged to someone else—belonged to someone else forever.
    “Tell me something.” Hayden leaned his dark head closer to Brent’s own and continued, “How is it that you can sit by twiddling your thumbs and your dick when she’s planning on marrying another man? I mean look at her. She’s definitely worth fighting for, in my opinion.” Brent watched as Hayden’s gaze, once again, roamed up one side of Peyton’s body and down the other. There was plenty there to keep a man’s eyes and mind busy for hours.
    “I tell you what, if you’re not going to do anything about the way you feel as far as Peyton is concerned, then I am. She’s too much woman for that roaming cowboy wannabe son of a bitch she’s thinking about marrying.” Hayden started to move from his seat, but Brent stopped him. His large fist grasped the front of Hayden’s shirt and pulled him back to his seat.
    “Or maybe I’ll just sit here and take in the scenery with everyone else.” Hayden smiled once more his way and then did just that.
    Brent couldn’t help but watch Peyton’s denim-encased ass walk away from Lucky. As she pulled the lever of the antique cash register, Brent’s eyes moved to another part of her. Her breasts. The motion made them move beneath her T-shirt. They were high and round and moved as she moved, like breasts should. Breasts like hers were hard to find. They were as real as they could be. Brent would know. Years ago, he’d had the opportunity of making those breasts and their owner his for the long haul. Shit happened though and things changed. Now she belonged to someone else. A roaming cowboy wannabe son of a bitch.
    Turning from the register, she made her way over to them. The short walk gave all the patrons at the bar enough time to look their fill. Hayden was right. She was a sight. Always had been. Her golden brown hair looked like copper in the sunlight. It was held in place by a ponytail holder and bounced as she moved. The walk wasn’t practiced or contrived—it was natural and sexy as hell. Her hips swayed back and forth and the movement caught Brent’s eye more than he would have liked.
    He emptied the beer bottle Wade had placed before him a few minutes before and laid the empty container back on the bar top as she arrived. As if it were second nature, she grabbed the bottle and tossed it into one of the garbage cans at her feet without even looking to see if she made it. She just knew.
    “What can I get for y’all?” Her drawl was honey soaked and vibrant. The sound brought back memories, memories he had tried to forget time and time again. That voice made his dick as hard today