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tongue.
    Brushing
his fingertips against the flesh of her breast swelling above the neckline of
her gown, he thought he'd die to feel the weight of them in his hands.
    He left
her mouth to skim along her jaw until he flicked her earlobe with his tongue. A
soft nip to her shoulder made her sigh as she leaned into him.
    "I
wish your hair was down. I bet it’s gorgeous flowing
around your shoulders," he murmured, kissing the stinging spot left by his
teeth.
    The
roaring in his ears muffled all sounds until the second call of her name.
"Elizabeth?"
    He
lifted his head, smoothing his thumb over her bottom lip as he smiled.
"Someone looks for you."
    "Apparently."
    "Thank
you for the dance and the kiss. We'll meet again."
    "You're
welcome," she whispered, as he took two steps back while she shrugged out
of his jacket to return the garment to him.
    He'd
winked and smiled before he turned to walk away.
     
    Reliving
that moment had tortured him for the last eight months. Her perfume still
enveloped his jacket as it hung in his closet. Cade and Natalie wanted to
introduce them, but he refused not wanting to break the enchantment of the
night with the real world intrusion.
    Marcus Melton
wasn't a debonair man able to woo a woman off her feet with sweet words and
soft kisses. He was a country veterinarian used to being elbows deep inside a
horse or a cow, not some rich bastard who wore tuxedos or drove a fancy car.
His fancy sports car came in the form of a pickup truck. His tuxedo consisted
of a western shirt, jeans and worn cowboy boots.
    The
night of the ball, his world stopped and started in the beautiful blue eyes of
Elizabeth Weston. He hadn't been the same since.

 
     
     
     
    Chapter Two
     
    Elizabeth
made several trips back and forth to her car. All of her worldly goods sat in
the back seat, front seat or trunk. When she left Los Angeles, she left for
good. To hell with Ari and to hell with that town. Right after the blowup at the airport, she'd gone to his office, quit her job and
packed her things. The entire office gasped when she informed them she was
leaving, but no one seemed surprised when she told them why.
    Fucking asshole. Everyone in the office probably knew all about
his infidelity but no one could bother to inform the girlfriend. "Doesn't matter. I'm done with men."
    She
glanced at the barn squinting to see better as Marcus
came out to stop at his truck. After a brief moment, he looked up and their
gazes locked. He was taller than she originally thought. Well over six feet of
muscle from his bulging biceps to his firm thighs. Wranglers encased his lower
half, hugging the curve of his ass, over his legs, down to his feet, molding to
each long, lean line of his body.
    A shiver
rolled through her, pissing her off. Desire was something she didn't want to
feel for anyone at the moment. The vet wasn't her type at all. Sure, he seemed
to have a nice body, but he wasn't cut for a business suit or tuxedo. She
enjoyed a man with the cloth of a jacket molded to his ripped chest. How a
dress shirt would sculpt to every plane as if he'd been poured into his
clothing. Linen slacks encasing his firm thighs, hiding the body beneath until
you unwrapped it like a Christmas present. The last
thing she needed to do was get involved with another man so soon after her
breakup with Ari.
    The kiss
of the mysterious masked stranger at the Halloween Ball came back to haunt her.
Her nipples beaded into tight nubs. Goose bumps raced across her arms. The man
knew how to dress. Boy did he know how to kiss. Her toes curled in her shoes as
she crossed her arms over her chest to hide her reaction to the memory.
    "Are
you leaving, Marcus?" her father asked, walking down the stairs on the
front of the house.
    "For
now. I'll be back later though. I have a couple of patients to see at
the office."
    Her
father moved to Marcus's side, but she could still hear their conversation.
    "The
mare still has a few hours of laboring left before the foal