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twenty minutes were a flurry of drink orders and washing glasses. But at the first lull, Amy brought up the subject immediately. “So how do you know him? Please tell me he’s an old family friend and you think of him like a brother.”
    “I wish.” Elle told her about last spring’s incident involving Trey, and their chance meeting in the gift shop today.
    “My God, that means he wrote that song about you! He introduced it by saying he’d been rescued by an angel. That totally explains why he focused on you for the last part of the song.”
    “He wrote it about me?” Elle’s cheeks warmed. “That’s sort of...”
    “Romantic. It’s romantic, Elle. Seems like you hooked him good by going all mystery woman on him for eight months. I envy the hell out of you. He’s mighty fine.”
    “I wasn’t trying to hook him.”
    “You did, anyway. Don’t look now, but he’s coming over here and he looks determined.”
    Elle turned, and sure enough, Trey was striding toward the bar carrying his guitar case. Her breath hitched. “Maybe he wants a drink.”
    “I think he wants you, chica. ”
    Elle had to admit Amy was probably right. The heat in Trey’s eyes was unmistakable.
    He set down his guitar case and leaned on the bar. “I didn’t know you’d be here, Elle.”
    “Amy needed some help.”
    Amy glanced away, but was unsuccessful at muffling a snort of laughter.
    “Hmm.” He didn’t appear to be buying that. “I’m glad you did, especially because I happened to be singing your song.”
    “I...I didn’t realize you were a musician.” Her resistance to this gorgeous man was fading fast. No one had ever written a song about her. She liked to think she wasn’t susceptible to such romantic gestures, but the butterflies in her stomach signaled otherwise.
    “Could we go somewhere and talk?”
    “You’re not going to play anymore?”
    He shook his head. “That’s enough for tonight.”
    “Amy might need me to stay.”
    “Nope,” Amy said. “Thanks for the help, but I can handle it.”
    Elle took a deep breath. “Okay, then. We can go out in the lobby. There are some comfy chairs in front of the fire.”
    He seemed about to comment on that suggestion, but then he didn’t. “All right. Lead the way.” But the minute they were out the door, he put a hand on her arm. “I’d rather go somewhere more private than the lobby.”
    She turned and looked into his eyes. That was a big mistake. The intensity reflected there, combined with the lingering effects of his song, tempted her beyond reason. She shouldn’t surrender to his magnetism, but resisting it was proving difficult.
    He lowered his voice. “My room?”
    She shook her head. “Sorry.”
    His gaze sharpened. “Then tell me where I can find you.”
    Dear God, she was considering the possibility of inviting him to her room. She shouldn’t do that. She really shouldn’t. But if they were alone, she could explain why she didn’t want to get involved with him. She could mention his ravings about Cassie.
    He was right that they needed privacy for that kind of conversation, and the options were few. They couldn’t very well take a walk in subzero temperatures. But if he came to her room, they could speak freely and clear the air once and for all.
    Yeah, right. Their meeting might go that way, but if she didn’t keep a tight rein on her libido, it might go another way, too. He was one potent cowboy. The thought of being along with him made her quiver.
    “Please, Elle,” he murmured. “We have a connection, you and I. We need to talk about it, figure a few things out. At least I do.”
    She let out a breath. If they didn’t settle this now, it would hang over them all weekend. “Okay. My room, then. But we shouldn’t be seen going there together.” She quickly gave him directions.
    “I’ll drop off my guitar and be there in a few minutes.”
    She nodded. Heart racing, she hurried out of the lobby and down the hall toward the staff