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clapping his hands together.
"Just hop on over to that dry part there."

 
    With a little
squawk, I launched myself into an inelegant little leap and landed on a
non-quicksand portion of the road. "Thank you," I muttered, out of
breath.

 
    "No
problem," he said, touching the brim of his hat. "Ma'am."

 
    I seethed, my
blood hotter than the sun overhead. Never in my life had I wished so badly for
the ability to strike someone down with a look. I wanted to kill him.

 
    And then fuck
him.

 
    And then kill him
again.

 
    Or maybe just one
of the three. I hadn’t decided which.

 

 
 
    Chapter Six

 
    Tanner

 
 
 
    I liked her
immediately, partly because she was staring me down like she wanted to murder
me with her bare hands.

 
    Partly because I believed she could do it. I can't help it;
I'm a sucker for a good challenge.

 
    Since I started
in the music business, women have been a constant. I used to have a hell of a
good time back when I first started. Thing is, after awhile, I got bored. Maybe
it was the rancher in me, but I get suspicious of things that are too easy. I
feel most at home when I have something to tangle with.

 
    Right about now,
Miss Thang over there looked like a worthy opponent. She had these lips on her,
the kind that looked like they could just as easily kiss me as rip me a new
one.

 
    I decided to have
a little fun. Feign ignorance, watch her struggle, wiggling that ass of hers. I
was just starting to enjoy myself when she called me out.

 
    "You know
damn well I'm stuck," Oh boy, I could just hear the exasperation. I had to
laugh.

 
    "Oh
really?" I pulled my innocent, 'gosh-golly-gee face' but just like I
suspected, Miss Thang wasn't falling for my act. Good. "Well sweetheart, I
sure do hope you packed some boots in that nice luggage of yours."

 
    Well that sure pissed
her off.   She was already as ruffled
as a wet hen, all puffed out and squawking. But when I called her out on her
footwear, she started hissing and spitting like the feral barn cat that ruled
this place when I was a boy - God rest his nasty, bitey soul. But as stuck as
she was, I was still in danger of being killed dead by her death glare, so I
relented and went down on one knee next to her.

 
    She hissed again,
this time in surprise, and tried to hop away from me. "Hey now," she
protested, but I had her by the ankle. I was enjoying myself even more now that
I had an excuse to wrap my hand around that leg of hers. Up close, her skin was
incredible, a million different shades of darkness - all cocoa and eggplant and
ebony. There weren't too many girls who look like her in Heath County - fuck,
there weren't too many girls that looked like her period - and I was flat out
staring now.

 
    Once she was
free, I reluctantly released her and she did this funny little stumble-hop out
of the mud. "Thank you," she said, still sounding like she wanted to
kill me but at least attempting to be polite about it.

 
    My manners kicked
in on autopilot and I touched my hat when I told her she was welcome. That
gesture - usually enough to make panties fall off five counties over - seemed
to piss her off even more.

 
    What was with this chick?

 
    I stared back,
wondering what the hell to do now. She narrowed her eyes. I narrowed mine. She
put her hands on her hips. I planted my feet and crossed my arms. She twisted
her lips and I felt my own mouth twitch in response.

 
    We were frozen
together in a staring contest and I couldn't help but feel like I was losing.

 
    I don't like
losing.

 
    She cocked her
head and arched her eyebrow and finally I couldn't take it anymore.
"What?!" I exploded.

 
    "I have to
get a shot of you," she said, lunging for the trunk of the still idling
car. "Golden hour. Hold still, the light is perfect."

 
    "You're
fucking kidding me, right?" I sputtered, but she was not paying me any
attention anymore. She banged on the trunk and the driver, who clearly knew