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and set it down. Then we went for the next one. He’d almost made it when Lola screamed bloody murder.
    “Lola!”
    Instantly he dropped the suitcase to the floor. A loud pop sounded as the battered old suitcase flew open and silky panties flew everywhere.
    “Spider, spider, spider.” She staggered backward balanced on those spindly high heels until the edge of one caught on the open suitcase.
    It all happened so fast, Sam barely had time to blink and then Lola was falling backward. Her arms flailed up and she somehow turned as she fell. Reacting on instinct he caught her and twisted as the force of her body hitting his propelled them both to the floor where they landed in a tangle of arms and legs. He didn’t know how it happened but Lola was lying right on top of him, smashed against him like a remora.
    Sam huffed out a breath then ran his hands quickly over every curve of her body.
    “You okay?”
    “Ye-yes. Whew!”
    The very next thing Sam noticed was that his hands were splayed over her sexy ass and her mouth hovered within a hairsbreadth of his lips. Her breath whispered softly against his skin. “Well, now.”
    She squirmed a bit and the action only made things worse when her hot little pussy pressed against his suddenly throbbing cock. Lola’s eyes went wide and unable to resist, Sam flexed his fingers over the firm mounds of her butt. Sensation raced over his body, his gut tightened at the feel of all that lush female flesh, and if he’d been a begging kind of man, he’d be pleading with her to put him out of his misery.
    Yes, he was in big trouble here.
    Her hands went up over his face as she seemed to study every angle before moving up into his hair. Sam’s hat lay on the floor beside them, another victim in the fall.
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    “Black. Thick.”
    “Hmm?”
    “Your hair. I was wondering about that.”
    “You are one dangerous woman,” he whispered against her lips.
    “Oh, honey. Didn’t you know? Danger is my middle name.”
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Chapter Two
    By the time a week had rolled by, Lola was getting the hang of things at Blue Belle’s café. It was kind of like slipping into a pair of old, worn sneakers and realizing she’d missed the feel of them on her feet. She’d kept in constant contact with both Emily and Roxie and both of them were settled in jobs and had places to live, so she hoped that in a matter of a month or two they’d be back on their feet enough to leave this place.
    Not that there was anything wrong with Mesa Blanco.
    The people here were so nice, so welcoming that she really hadn’t had much to complain about unless you counted the harsh about face from one tough sheriff. After that first day, he’d stopped by the café several times, swallowed down a quick cup of coffee and had politely asked if she needed anything. He’d even gone so far as to punch his private number into her cell phone.
    Damn it to heck! She couldn’t get him off her mind. After lying on the floor smashed right on top of him, she knew there was something sizzling and hot between them yet he’d made it more than obvious that he wasn’t interested. But his hard, thick cock didn’t lie. He wanted her all right. For some weird reason he wouldn’t act on his desires and make a move.
    Lola stepped outside her little apartment and locked up. It was her first real outing in Mesa Blanco and she didn’t want to ruin her happy mood by wondering why Sam was so obviously keeping his distance. She headed down the alley until she hit the Main Street sidewalk, already missing her car which was currently residing at the local garage. The sun was just beginning to set as she walked the four blocks to Chaps where she was meeting Emily and Roxie for happy hour. Wearing her best jeans, red stilettos and a white top with little red cherries on it, she took off to the sound of the snick snick snick of her heels tapping out a little tune on the concrete. Due to the Texas summer 17
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