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Breaking them in like a wild Mustang
was half the fun. Lacey Metcalfe had curves too. He liked ladies with some meat
on their bones. Something soft and wonderful to bounce
against during sex.
    He coughed. His mind was heading into the gutter.
    Shane watched until her car was out of sight before
returning to his desk. Grimacing when he sat down, he realized some of the
coffee had dripped onto his chair but only after it was too late and he’d
already parked his backside on it.   The
chair was cold, but at least it cooled his balls that had been put on full
alert.
    Lacey had left her resume. He looked it over again.
He was sorry that he’d offended her, but the truth was she wasn’t a good match
for the job. He bit his lip. He would have been reluctant to give it to her
even if she was. He had one rule, no dating employees and co-workers. That sort
of thing never worked out.
    Leaning back, he grinned. He could imagine summoning
her in here to his office, bending her over his desk, pulling down her panties
that he was sure were both pretty and pricey.
    “Shane Malone, did you upset that nice young lady?”
    Ruth’s voice snapped him out of his dirty thought.
Good thing someone had.
    “She wasn’t right for the job.”
    “She didn’t look happy when she left, and she was
mumbling something about a chauvinist pig. I assume she was referring to you.”
    “Come on, Ruth you know me better than that. That’s
the last thing a woman would ever call me.”
    She winked at him. “So you found her attractive, is
that what bothered you?”
    He didn’t answer. Ruth knew him well, too well for
her own good.
    “Did she happen to say where she was staying?” he
asked.
    “No, but I could ask around for you.”
    “Great because I think I need to phone and apologize
to her. I’d hate her to think all Montana men are like me.”
    “Yes, heaven forbid if they were.” She winked at him
again.
    ****
    Lacey raised her glass to let the bartender know she
wanted another one of these goodies. The men in Timber Creek might be trapped
in the twentieth century, but at least their drinks tasted a hell of a lot
better.
    He nodded. “I’ll be right with you,” he called to
her.
    She didn’t quite know what she’d ordered. It had
looked good sitting in the glass belonging to the old man sitting three seats
down from her. The next one the bartender poured her would be her third. Two
had always been her max. She usually didn’t drink before the sun set. And
drinking this sort of thing on an empty stomach probably wasn’t a good idea
either, but the sheriff’s attitude had pissed her off big time. The fact that
he was as cute as hell hadn’t taken the edge of his caveman attitude either.
    Pig.
    “You say something, miss?” asked the bartender.
    She blushed, not realizing she’d actually verbalized
her opinion of the lawman. She shook her head. “Fill her up and keep them coming,”
said Lacey sliding the glass toward him.
    Had she slurred a few of her words? Nope, that
wasn’t possible because she’d only had two drinks. She burped, and two men
sitting near her looked her way. She blushed for the second time.
    “Excuse me,” she said waving to them.
    The word me was definitely slurred. She didn’t usually burp after drinking either. Although too much beer made her fart. Good thing for the
guys seating near her that she’d opted for the hard stuff. She slid a ten
dollar bill toward the bartender and had the strange feeling she was getting
lightheaded but tried to ignore it.
    “You okay there?” asked the bartender.
    “I am perfectly okay.”
    All
four words slurred. Things not looking good.
    “I’m afraid I can’t pour you any more drinks after
this one. You’re clearly intoxicated.”
    “Am not.”
    Why didn’t the bartender stand still when he spoke
to her? What was wrong with all the men in this town?
    Oops,
it’s me who’s moving and not him.
    She got back on the stool. “What’s the problem? Women
aren’t