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Jess
clawed her way out of the deep dark depression Ray had sent her
spiraling into when he'd done what he had two years ago. Jess knew
Jazzie only did it, because she was worried about her, though. This
was the first time she'd shown any interest all in another man
since Ray, so she had poked her in the ass a little.
     
    Looking up into the handsome cowboy's
whiskey brown eyes, she smiled, something she hadn't done much of
lately. Maybe this was what she needed, maybe he was what
she needed. His sexy smile with the adorable dimple, and the
devilish sparkle in his eyes is what first caught her attention.
There were mysteries behind that smile, she would loveot uncover,
and she wouldn't mind uncovering him too, and find out what he
looked like out of the white dress shirt and tight Levis he had
on.
     
    When he'd walked across the floor to go
dance with the bride, her mouth had watered as she watched his
spectacular ass in those tight jeans. Now that she had her hands on
him, she felt the solid muscles in his arms and appreciated how
they stretched the material of his shirt across his chest. The
warmth of his hand at her waist felt like an epicenter of desire,
as hot tendrils of awareness radiated from there throughout her
body. Jess licked her lips, then grabbed his hand and pulled him to
the center of the floor when a slow song came on. This was the last
one before they started their next set, so she wanted to get her
fill of him, before she had to go back to work.
     
    "So where are you from, sugar?" he asked in
that gravelly sexy voice of his right next to her ear. Shivers
worked their way along her nerve endings and her hair stood up.
     
    "Dallas originally, but my parents moved us
to California when I was fourteen."
     
    "Bet that was a culture shock, huh?" he
chuckled and pulled her tighter against his hard body. "Why
California?"
     
    "Well, they're kind of hippies...we lived in
a commune for a while," she admitted hesitantly. People didn't
usually understand that way of life, and looked at her like she was
some kind of freak. Hell, she'd been fourteen, she had to go where
her parents led her, and that happened to be a commune of inner
peace and tranquility, or so they said.
     
    Jess had never found peace there though,
she'd gone to school, but could never bring friends home because it
would have been awkward, and she'd probably have been teased
unmercifully. And her daddy's constant schedule of gigs for her,
hadn't helped her inner peace either. Since he quit his job when
they'd moved from Dallas, and didn't find another, he contributed
to the commune by giving them the money from her gigs. The only
good thing to come from that lifestyle had been perfecting her
guitar and songwriting skills.

    "Interesting...it was probably like
traveling with the rodeo...we're like gypsies," he said with a
derisive smile.
     
    "How long have you been in the rodeo?" she
asked, then studied his face and saw that he was probably a little
older than she was, but she didn't care. Maybe he had a little more
maturity than the last man she'd been with, she sure hoped so
anyway. And regardless of his age, he was hotter than a habanera,
and she wanted to be burned. He set off a four-alarm fire inside of
her that Ray never had.
     
    His face reddened and then he admitted,
"Since I was eighteen, got my pro card on my birthday," he told
her.
     
    "I don't care how old you are, sugar...how
many years?" she told him thinking his evasiveness was because he
recognized their age difference too, and didn't want it to
matter.
     
    He studied her a minute then said, "Sixteen
years."
     
    "Only eight more than I've been singing
professionally," she said with a grin, then told him, "I left
California to come back to Dallas, on my eighteenth birthday
too," then she slid her hands into his back pockets and pulled him
to her.
     
    The cowboy groaned then lowered his head and
covered her mouth with his, tasting her, savoring her, then when
she opened her