and led her out the doors. When she flashed him another sweet smile, he tried to ignore her delicious scent and the protective feeling rising up inside him. If she only knew what he wanted to do to her, she wouldn't be nearly so relaxed at being alone with him.
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Chapter Four
The Winkin’ Point Bar was crowded and smelled of warm beer. Jessica followed Bridgette over to the gleaming bar and ordered a glass of white wine, but her friend cancelled her order and shook her head in disgust.
"You're in Texas, sweetie. Take a little walk on the wild side."
She was already walking on the wild side. Her sleeveless, silver halter top showed off lots of cleavage, and her snug jeans hugged every inch of her ass. The outfit was much sexier than she'd normally wear, but she hoped Deke liked it.
In less than a minute she had a Jack Daniels on the rocks in her hand and eyed it dubiously. “How many shots are in there?"
"What's it matter? You're not driving."
What the hell. She sipped at it and tried not to grimace, but after a few swallows, the liquor warmed her stomach and spread out through her veins. Where was Deke? She hadn't seen him come in yet. After three more songs, Bridgette tossed the rest of her drink back and set it down on the bar with a smile.
"I'm going dancing. Wanna come?"
"No, I—” Deacon stepped inside the bar, and his gaze unerringly found hers. A primitive shiver rippled up her spine as she held his stare and answered her friend. “No, you go ahead."
Bridgette followed her gaze and turned back to her with a cat-like smile. “Atta girl.” She thumped Jessie's shoulder. “Go get him."
She stayed on her stool as the bride-to-be sauntered onto the floor and found herself a partner. Every sense was attuned to Deacon as he prowled through the room toward her, his confident gait and presence drawing appreciative looks from the women he passed. He didn't seem to notice any of them, his eyes locked on her. Her fingers tightened around the cool glass. The wild side, Bridgette had said. Deke was the furthest thing from tame. And the way he was looking at her with all that latent heat in his gaze...
He took the stool next to her and eyed her drink. Taking it from her, he took a sniff. “Whiskey? That's pretty strong stuff for a city girl like you."
She gave him a slow smile, the liquor already doing its thing in her veins, and pulled in a breath of his delicious scent. “I'm on vacation.” And feeling more daring by the minute.
Setting her drink on the bar, Deke grinned and ordered himself a beer before turning back to her. “So how come you're sitting over here all by yourself? You don't like dancing?"
"I've never danced like that,” she said, nodding toward the couples moving around the floor.
"What, two-stepping?"
She nodded. “Do you know how?"
He looked insulted. “Sugar, I was born and raised here.” He took a swig of his beer and regarded her with those sexy blue eyes.
"Would you teach me?"
Something flickered in his eyes for a moment, but it was gone too quickly for her to decide what it was. “If you want."
Oh, she wanted. Far more than was good for her. And he wanted her, too. But he didn't seem thrilled about the idea of dancing with her. She took another swallow of her whiskey. Hardly burned at all now. “It's all right if you don't want to. I'll just ask someone else to—"
Deke set down his beer and grabbed her hand, pulling her from her stool. “Come on, tenderfoot."
She felt almost dizzy as he led her out onto the floor. Then he turned to face her and slid an arm around her waist as he raised their joined hands and gave her a gorgeous smile. Her stomach did a flip-flop. She set her free hand on his hard shoulder, molding it to the muscled contour. Every cell in her body feasted on the sensory input of being held in his confident grip. Her heart sped up, and her nipples tightened. A warm glow started between her legs.
"Ready?” His voice carried
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Chapter Four
The Winkin’ Point Bar was crowded and smelled of warm beer. Jessica followed Bridgette over to the gleaming bar and ordered a glass of white wine, but her friend cancelled her order and shook her head in disgust.
"You're in Texas, sweetie. Take a little walk on the wild side."
She was already walking on the wild side. Her sleeveless, silver halter top showed off lots of cleavage, and her snug jeans hugged every inch of her ass. The outfit was much sexier than she'd normally wear, but she hoped Deke liked it.
In less than a minute she had a Jack Daniels on the rocks in her hand and eyed it dubiously. “How many shots are in there?"
"What's it matter? You're not driving."
What the hell. She sipped at it and tried not to grimace, but after a few swallows, the liquor warmed her stomach and spread out through her veins. Where was Deke? She hadn't seen him come in yet. After three more songs, Bridgette tossed the rest of her drink back and set it down on the bar with a smile.
"I'm going dancing. Wanna come?"
"No, I—” Deacon stepped inside the bar, and his gaze unerringly found hers. A primitive shiver rippled up her spine as she held his stare and answered her friend. “No, you go ahead."
Bridgette followed her gaze and turned back to her with a cat-like smile. “Atta girl.” She thumped Jessie's shoulder. “Go get him."
She stayed on her stool as the bride-to-be sauntered onto the floor and found herself a partner. Every sense was attuned to Deacon as he prowled through the room toward her, his confident gait and presence drawing appreciative looks from the women he passed. He didn't seem to notice any of them, his eyes locked on her. Her fingers tightened around the cool glass. The wild side, Bridgette had said. Deke was the furthest thing from tame. And the way he was looking at her with all that latent heat in his gaze...
He took the stool next to her and eyed her drink. Taking it from her, he took a sniff. “Whiskey? That's pretty strong stuff for a city girl like you."
She gave him a slow smile, the liquor already doing its thing in her veins, and pulled in a breath of his delicious scent. “I'm on vacation.” And feeling more daring by the minute.
Setting her drink on the bar, Deke grinned and ordered himself a beer before turning back to her. “So how come you're sitting over here all by yourself? You don't like dancing?"
"I've never danced like that,” she said, nodding toward the couples moving around the floor.
"What, two-stepping?"
She nodded. “Do you know how?"
He looked insulted. “Sugar, I was born and raised here.” He took a swig of his beer and regarded her with those sexy blue eyes.
"Would you teach me?"
Something flickered in his eyes for a moment, but it was gone too quickly for her to decide what it was. “If you want."
Oh, she wanted. Far more than was good for her. And he wanted her, too. But he didn't seem thrilled about the idea of dancing with her. She took another swallow of her whiskey. Hardly burned at all now. “It's all right if you don't want to. I'll just ask someone else to—"
Deke set down his beer and grabbed her hand, pulling her from her stool. “Come on, tenderfoot."
She felt almost dizzy as he led her out onto the floor. Then he turned to face her and slid an arm around her waist as he raised their joined hands and gave her a gorgeous smile. Her stomach did a flip-flop. She set her free hand on his hard shoulder, molding it to the muscled contour. Every cell in her body feasted on the sensory input of being held in his confident grip. Her heart sped up, and her nipples tightened. A warm glow started between her legs.
"Ready?” His voice carried
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