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    Missy Lyons and Cherie Denis
    “Hello?!” A woman’s voice called from the front of the building.
    Thank God he had remembered to lock the door or they would have visitors by now.
    “I’ll be right there!” Angela answered hastily.
    “Not so fast, I’m not dressed yet. Did you see my boots?”
    “I have no earthly idea. Just hurry up,” Angela whispered. “I don’t know about you, but I sure don’t want anyone to know what we’ve been doing being spread all over town.”
    “They’d have to be psychic to figure out what we’ve been up to.”
    Jesse chuckled and took his time buttoning his jeans. Still slightly aroused from her teasing and touching he had to be careful not to injure the family jewels.
    The more he thought about it, Jesse couldn’t care less if the rest of the town knew how he felt about Angela. It might not be a bad thing.
    No hiding his intentions. He could let the world know how he really felt about her. This thing going on between them shouldn't have to be clandestine meetings.
    “They don’t know what happened. We could tell them we got too hot dancing and had to take off a few layers.”
    Angela smothered a giggle. “They won’t believe it for one minute.”
    “Why not?” He played innocent, but he knew better.
    She rolled her eyes indignantly. “Like you don’t know.”
    He grinned.
    She sighed, “They’d take one look at you in your unbuttoned shirt and no socks or boots and figure it out right away. At least button your shirt, please.”
    He moved closer until his lips touched her ear. His husky voice sounded raw and needy to his ears, but he couldn't help it. “So let’s give those spinsters something to talk about.”

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    Heat rose to burn her cheeks. Angela didn't want to meet his probing eyes. Her eyes drifted to his bare chest and her insides quivered. She couldn't keep her hands off of him. It was a dangerous game. Every time she touched him a zinging charge ran through her body, curling her toes.
    His eyes crinkled, and he made her think of a little boy who’d been caught with his fingers in the cookie jar.
    “Why do I have to explain it to you? You’re not stupid. Just a little cocky.” Angela sighed. “Let’s not and say we did. You know what it’s like in this town. If my class of gossipy women sees you half dressed, rumors will be spread all over the front page of the evening newspaper. Before you know it, every well-meaning spinster will have us married off by sundown if we’re not careful.”
    She turned and hurried to the front door. If she stood staring into his eyes one more moment they’d be naked and back on the floor.
    “Fudge,” Angela grumbled when she couldn’t get the key into the deadbolt. The lock gave with a loud click, and three women marched into the dance studio. All three had pink-tinged cheeks. They always came in as a trio, and always flushed with excitement.
    Angela wished she could be anywhere but here. The ladies were bound to notice Jesse any minute now. Anticipation grew, and Angela’s heart thumped loudly. Maybe they would be lucky after all, because the women didn’t seem to notice anything amiss. Thank you, Jesse . He must have slipped out the back door.
    No such luck. Kathy Watson’s smile turned to a smirk, and her eyes lit up. Damn, Kathy had spied Jesse. Angela crossed her fingers.
    Had he had sense enough to button his shirt and get his boots on?
    The other two women followed Kathy’s stare, and from the way their cheeks turned from pink to red, Angela knew Jesse hadn’t finished dressing.
    Sixty-seven year old Kathy was taking the pole dancing class to keep her Viagra-popping husband happy. Sherrel, the sheriff’s bride, was barely twenty-two-years-old