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his gaze from her cleavage to her face.
    She smiled at them. “You got it.” She moved to the opposite end of the bar. Hooking her fingers around two ice cold bottles, she glanced up at the waitress standing there.
    “Hey, Sandy. What do you need?”
    The woman remained still, eyes wide, gaping across the room.
    Amused, Caroline said, “You’d better quit your flirting. Save it for a time it’s not so busy.” She swung away with the beers.
    And froze.
    Utah.
    Her heart rocketed into her throat, sealing off her ability to breathe. No, it can’t be. It’s just another Davies. Clinton or Gunnison.
    Those beautiful slanted eyes were trained right on her, lasers on a target. Every hair on her body lifted in reaction. Couldn’t be Clinton, not looking at her like that. He was a married man. And Gunnison…well, rumor had it he batted for the other team.
    But maybe he was a switch hitter.
    “Bring our beers, girl,” the older cowboy called from his stool.
    With effort Caroline unglued her gaze from the bit of masculine perfection and delivered the beers. Then she took another drink order. After that she poured four shots and made three fuzzy navels for Sandy, who again gawked over Caroline’s shoulder.
    “He’s…pretty,” Sandy rasped.
    Caroline’s chest tightened, and it took a full minute before she recognized the feeling as red-hot jealousy. No one should look at Utah but her.
    That’s not him. He isn’t back in town. I would have heard.
    The townspeople seemed to delight in plying her with stories of any Davies man, as if she belonged to the family. Then again, it sure as hell felt that way.
    Her body tingled. Pivoting on her boot heels, she peered from the corner of her eye at the big bulk of a man standing a few feet from the bar. Was he waiting for a drink? Because she’d been ignoring him for the better part of ten minutes.
    More like ignoring the slickness between my thighs.
    “Sandy, this fella has an order to place.” Caroline twitched her head in his direction, and her pale braid slithered over her shoulder.
    Sandy surged forward, beaming and swaying, but Davies stepped up to the bar. “I’m waitin’ for you, Caroline.”
    His drawled use of her name hooked her square in the chest. She flicked her gaze to his and instantly regretted it. Up close there was no mistaking this man for someone else.
    “Utah…” Her voice was breathy and hoarse as if she’d just screamed her release all night. Would he remember that night he’d made her come about a dozen times?
    A wall of warmth scorched her from head to boot. Her heart did that flipping thing, and she clapped a palm over it.
    Concern etched itself between his long, dark brows, drawing her attention to the age he wore so well. Tiny crinkles from squinting lived around each eye, and maybe his lips were a little firmer, harder. The boy she’d loved had been about half the size of this version.
    Yeah, he was thick with muscle. Tanned biceps bulging from his black T-shirt, and a chest she longed to burrow her face against, to give up the burden she’d carried for ten years.
    She swallowed hard. “I was sorry to hear about your pa.”
    His already hard features transformed to granite. He narrowed his eyes, making them nearly disappear in the shadow of his cowboy hat. For a heartbeat, he simply looked at her.
    “Vodka neat and a cherry berry wine cooler,” the other waitress called to Caroline.
    She glanced at the brunette who was all dewy and toned in the right places. Suddenly Caroline felt like the used-up ex-wife of a drunk that she was.
    Twisting away from Utah, she filled the drink order. Her mind raced, a traveling carnival ride gone out of control. Utah was here—not only in town and in the local bar, but in front of her.
    I’m waitin’ for you, Caroline.
    Her insides quivered, and her pussy flooded, spilling more cream on her already moist panties. She proceeded to work another half an hour before facing him was inevitable.
    She