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    Clapping erupted from the backseat. Esme turned around. “I’m surprised at you two!”
    “It sounds like fun!” Amelia said.
    “Yeah,” Curtis said. “I’m going to be just like Mr. Last. A cowboy!”
    Last sighed. “You’re going to get me in big trouble with your aunt.” Frowning, he said, “Hey, since you’re not in the circus anymore, can I call you Esme instead of your stage name?”
    She blinked. “I’ve never gotten used to Esmerelda. I was teased in school over it, and when the ringmaster named me Poppy Peabody, I was so relieved.”
    “I know exactly how that feels,” Last said. “Imagine your name being Last. And being last in a long line of brothers. Never mind the name games. Fast Last, Lasting Gas and so on. I pounded on some kids in my youth.”
    “I didn’t,” Esme said. “I pretended I didn’t hear them. Esmerelda Smells was the main nickname.”
    “Oh. Bummer.” He brightened. “You smell wonderful to me.”
    She looked at him askance. “Thank you. When were you close enough to tell?”
    “I can tell.” He nodded. “Women come in all flavors under the sun, and I love them every one.”
    She stared at him.
    “Sorry.” Last looked only a tiny bit ashamed. “Well, I do.”
    She narrowed her eyes at this too-playful cowboy. “I have the strangest feeling you didn’t bear the heaviest load at the ranch,” Poppy said. “You’re far too relaxed.”
    “Mason bore most of the burden,” Last admitted cheerfully. “And I was ever the baby wearing rose-colored glasses. My brothers all had problems. Tex, for example, had budus interruptus. ”
    “Sounds painful.”
    “It was. For all of us. He was a madman when things didn’t go his way with his plants. No different than the rest of us, of course. Everybody’s got hang-ups. Probably even you.”
    She looked out the opposite window.
    “You can share if you like,” he said. “I’m listening.”
    She checked over her shoulder. Amelia and Curtis had fallen asleep, their heads resting against each other’s.
    “I never wanted to be tied down,” she said quietly. “I was the girl who never dreamed of The Prince. The One. I was always hanging around my grandparents, learning card tricks. Sleight of hand. Even ventriloquism.”
    “Great,” Last said. “A woman who’s more into freedom than me. It’s almost like meeting my mirror image, only more frightening because you’re hot as hell.”
    “Really?”
    He nodded. “Definitely. That’s why once I drop you at the ranch I’ve got to go. I’ve already had one night of passion go wrong on me. I have no intention of repeating history.”
    “Did you love her?”
    “We don’t even remember the night very much,” Last admitted. “But the aftermath was a killer, never mind the hangover. My baby is an angel, though. She’s gonna be a man slayer when she grows up. Looks like her mom, thank heaven, except with a bit of darkness in her hair and eyes.” He glanced over at her. “Sort of like you.”
    Poppy felt something tingle down her spine,something very much like a magic trick played perfectly.
    “The problem is,” he said with a wicked gleam in his eyes, “I would love to make love to you. But I just can’t afford that mistake again.”
    “That scared?”
    “I told you, I’m living the cliché,” he said, grinning at her with a wink. “The ultimate untamable bad boy. All I can say is that you would like it. I would like it. And it would definitely be something we both remembered.”
    That tingle turned into a warning shiver. She was not at a place in her life where she could be seduced. Even by such a master of seduction as this cowboy, who, no doubt, was not exaggerating his skills. “Maybe I should have accepted the lion tamer,” she murmured.
    “They broke the mold for sure when they made him,” Last said. “Why didn’t you marry him?”
    “I knew he was asking me as a friend. I didn’t want that, even for the sake of the children. It