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we decided to wait on the whoopee and chose to really get to know each other first?”
    They’d both agreed after meeting up again, they were at the stages in their lives where they wanted commitment, a future with someone, families, and they were willing to really get to the core of one another before they took the final leap to a deeper, physical connection.
    But that wasn’t the only reason she’d wanted to wait.
    Letting her hands fall, Calla grabbed his from their place on her waist, her eyes serious when she gazed into his. “Can you just trust me and wait until tonight?”
    Nash smiled down at her, the grooves on either side of his mouth deepening. “Of course I trust you, and you do know, I’ve waited eleven years for this. There’s nothing you can tell me that will make me change my mind about tonight. Not even if you’re a serial killer.”
    Nothing…
    She hoped that was the truth, but she couldn’t bring herself to answer. Instead she said with a smile, “So tonight? Eight o’clock?”
    Nash pulled her back in tight again, whispering his mouth over the side of her neck. “You’d better put your two-steppin’ shoes on.”
    “You can two-step? Shut the front door.”
    “Oh, the things I can do, Miss Calla. Just you wait and see, Beautiful.” He dropped a gentle kiss on her lips, a kiss that never failed to make her knees buttery soft, before giving her bottom a playful swat. “Eight o’clock sharp. I’m off to grab what I hope will be my last cold shower. See you tonight, pretty lady,” he rumbled deep and sexy before he strode off toward his truck, his low-slung jeans doing maddening things to her insides.
    Tonight.
    Three months of dating, and talking into the wee hours of the morning, and making out without passing first base, and laughing, and getting to know one another all over again had been so many things. Exhilarating, frustrating…but mostly they’d been blissful, and the slow simmer of their romance was all coming to fruition, and one thing was very clear to her.
    She wanted Nash Ryder—forever.
    Calla just hoped he’d want the same thing once tonight was all said and done.
    * * * *
    Nash removed his hat and wiped the sweat from his brow, using it to shield his eyes from the glaringly hot sun when he heard a car pull up along the dirt road leading to the stables.
    Denny Parks threw his long legs from his expensive Mercedes, slamming the ice-blue door shut and striding toward Nash, kicking up dust clouds with his pricey shoes.
    Fuck.
    Denny was slick and reeked of city dwelling. He was better off in Dallas or Houston, where there was plenty of concrete and glass to hide behind while he bought and sold failing companies.
    What the hell he wanted from Nash was a mystery. Other than Calla, Nash had nothing a guy like Denny wanted unless it was an ass-stompin’.
    “Nash,” he drawled when he approached, starkly out of place in pressed pants and a silk shirt that clung to his thin frame in the heavy humidity.
    “Denny. What brings you to this neck of the woods? You lookin’ to earn some extra cash getting your hands dirty while you muck some stables?”
    Denny postured, puffing his chest out in his attempt to be a man. “I’m looking to warn you.”
    Nash stood up straighter, topping Denny by at least two inches. “Warn me? What could a guy like you warn me about, Parks? Falling stock prices? Corporate takeovers? Wait. I know. Shoes that cost more than most people make in a month and are way too shiny?”
    “ Calla .”
    Nash’s eyes narrowed and his chin lifted. There it was, all out on the table. Denny seemed to think because he was a were, he had some unspoken right to Calla. The hell. “You’re barking up the wrong tree, pal.”
    But Denny stiffened, his angular jaw going tight. “She belongs with her own kind, Ryder.”
    Nash barked a laugh, yanking his leather gloves off and shoving them in his back pocket. “You mean you ?”
    Denny took a step backward as Nash moved