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He’d sneak into the back parking lot, change the bulb and be gone before anyone saw him. And before he saw anyone else—including Audrey.
    His groin tightened, the storeroom calling to him, Audrey’s delectable body more than he could resist. Okay, so maybe he’d see if she wanted to ditch the bar and go out for a cup of coffee with him. Maybe they could take their coffee out by the lake and…
    Before he knew it, Jackson was speeding toward the Ugly Stick Saloon located on the county line between Hole in the Wall and Temptation, Texas. He didn’t realize he’d exceeded the speed limit until he passed one of the local Texas State Troopers with a radar gun pointed in his direction.
    Immediately, his foot left the accelerator and he brought the truck and his rampant lust in check, arriving at the Ugly Stick in a more sedate mood and at a slower pace.
    He ducked low, hoping no one would recognize him. Fat chance. The place was already swinging, country music shaking the corrugated tin walls of the building. In places as small as Hole in the Wall and Temptation, everyone knew everyone and the horse they rode in on—or what car or truck they drove. Jackson did his best to round the back of the saloon before anyone noticed his arrival.
    Feeling confident he’d gone unnoticed, Jackson removed the ladder from the back of his truck and set it up outside the back door. In less than two minutes he’d changed the light bulb and reloaded the ladder, ready to go home.
    At this point he had choices.
    He could leave, no one the wiser of his visit, possibly avoiding a surprise party and the embarrassment of everyone at the Ugly Stick congratulating him on reaching the ripe old age of thirty with nothing to show for it. Yeah, he had the same ranch. Still had the same work. No wife, no kids to brag about, and the only sex he’d had in months was stolen in the back of the storeroom of this saloon the night before. And that hadn’t really counted because they’d been interrupted before either one of them had a chance to come.
    Pathetic.
    He opened the truck and had his foot on the running board when he thought again of that storeroom, Audrey and his other choice.
    Jackson could stay. Maybe the party wasn’t all that big. Audrey would be there to keep the drunks from tearing her building down. They might sneak back into that storeroom, lock the door and finish what they’d started the night before.
    His foot dropped to the ground and he sighed. He wanted to see Audrey, but what was the chance they’d get it on again? She’d called their tryst in the storeroom a mistake.
    The only mistake Jackson figured was unlocking the door.
    Situating his jeans to fit more comfortably around his ever-swelling cock, Jackson closed the truck door, locked it and headed into the Ugly Stick, ready to test the waters with the owner, determined to convince the woman that what they’d done was nowhere near a mistake and only the beginning.
     
    “What do you mean CJ’s sick? Hell, I didn’t even know we had a request for tonight. Who the hell am I gonna find at this short notice?” Audrey shook the payment receipt in the air.
    Charli flipped through the black book of phone numbers Audrey kept by the desk in the office of the Ugly Stick Saloon. “I don’t know. I’ve called all the other girls and they’re either out of town or on other gigs.”
    “What about Kendall? She’s old enough now.”
    “Out of town.”
    Audrey’s eyes narrowed. “What about you?”
    Charli held up her hands. “No way. I’m a singer. I can’t dance to save my life.”
    “Seriously, Charli, how much dancing do you have to do? You just shake your boobs and ass and make the birthday boy happy.”
    “I told you when I started here I wasn’t going to dance. And I wasn’t supposed to work tonight, as it is, but with the rodeo in town…”
    Audrey ran a hand through her hair, pushing it back away from her face. “Who am I going to get to do this? Hell, who’s it