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that's not what I mean. I mean like you and me and every cowboy in a hundred mile radius at the Cut-n-Shoot."
    "Cut-n-Shoot?" Sarah's asked with doubt in her voice.
    "It opened up about four months ago on the highway outside of Egret Lake. It's a total blast. I can't believe we finally have somewhere to go dancing. You'll love it."
    "I'm not sure Randall would want me to go." Sarah said with an edge of doubt in her voice.
    "Oh, bullshit, Sarah. Don't give me that crap." Jaime's voice held bristling indignation. "That man isn't a bit jealous. I don't think he'd care if you walked up and kissed another man full on the lips. He probably wouldn't even notice."
    "That's not very nice, Jaime," Sarah admonished softly.
    "Seriously. Why'd you tell him you'd marry him?" Jaime's tone was filled with frustration.
    Sarah paused. "We get along. He's kind and respectful."
    "Really? Kind and respectful? What about something like, he creams my twinkie and all I have to do is look at him to start salivating? That's what floats the boat in a relationship and I'd think you'd know it by now."
    "Jaime--"
    "Don't start with me. I don't want to discuss it. You already married one loser--"
    Sarah cut in with accusation. "So did you --"
    "Yeah, but I learned something from it and all you're doing is hiding behind the most boring man imaginable. Jesus Christ, Sarah, is he even heterosexual?"
    "Of course he is." Sarah couldn't control the miff in her tone.
    "How's the sex?" Jaime fired back.
    Sarah was silent as she digested that question.
    Jaime continued with an edge to her voice, "Don't for one minute tell me you haven't had sex with him! Sarah . Shit. Have you had sex with him?"
    "No," Sarah admitted.
    "Why?"
    "He's a gentleman."
    "He's gay." Jaime argued in a flat, succinct tone.
    "No, he's not."
    "Is he planning on coming here anytime soon?"
    "Not that I know of," Sarah answered.
    "Have you even talked to him since you got back?"
    "Yeah, I called him to let him know I got here safely."
    "Uh-huh. That's it?"
    "He texts me every day."
    "Right. Whatever. I'll pick you up at eight. Be ready. And I'm warning you now, if you come outside in boring teacher clothes, I'm taking you back to my place and dressing you myself. So be ready."
    "What are you wearing?" Sarah never knew what to expect from Jaime's choice of clothing.
    "My black Miss Me shorts and red Ropers. White camisole top."
    "I'm not wearing boots. I'll wear shorts, but West Texas or not, I'm not wearing boots." Sarah had been born and raised in Texas and she loved her two-hundred acres, but a cowgirl, she was not.
    "Did you bring any platform sandals with you?" Jaime asked.
    "Yes," Sarah answered.
    "With your legs? That'll work."
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    John leaned against the wall in a darkened corner of the rowdy dancehall and studied the cluster-fuck of bodies turning on the dance floor. He watched with an arrow of both amusement and envy as his friend and neighbor, Raul Vega, danced his petite, dark-haired wife around the sawdust-sprinkled floor. It wasn't that John wanted Elaina in any way, or that he begrudged Raul what he had found with her.
    But he couldn't stop the thought that if he himself had made a better choice of wife, maybe things would be different now. Maybe he wouldn't be so cynical about life and women in particular. Maybe if Monica hadn't slept with his best friend and business partner, attempted to take everything he had after he'd filed for divorce, maybe he could continue to see the good in life. And the fact that she'd done it with his best goddamn friend. He knew the experience had changed him irrevocably; he was harshly critical and judgmental. He'd built up a figurative fence around himself and a literal fence around his ranch. He liked complete isolation. It was easier that way. He doubted that would ever change.
    He continued to watch the other couple. Raul didn't seem to be much of a dancer, but you couldn't tell it from the way Elaina's eyes looked up into his face while she