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Luck’s Side. His time to beat is 76. Dusty’s at the top of his game and is on track to follow in his father’s and brother’s footsteps,” the announcer called.
    Avalee’s heart beat in her throat as she watched him adjust his grip, rope looped around his hand in a way that seemed more dangerous if he were to be thrown off. She scooted to the edge of her seat.
    “This is the horse everybody wants to ride, folks. If he gets this horse during the finals, there’s no doubt he will win it all. I didn’t say ‘ can win it all’. I said will. ”
    The horse jostled the sides of the pen. Dusty shoved his hat down farther and gave a nod.
    Avalee leaped to her feet as the horse rushed out kicking. The crowd cheered. More people around her stood too, but her gaze was riveted on the man being flung about in the saddle. The animal whirled and kicked. Five times…six. She lost count.
    Dusty’s arm flailed in perfect counterbalance to the horse’s wild movements. The buzzer sounded and then he leaped out of the saddle and landed on his feet. When he tossed his hat into the air, the crowd went nuts.
    Avalee bounced with the rest of the crowd, caught in the moment. The rush of seeing Dusty’s strong body, so in control…
    He did a double-fist punch into the air, and grinned just as the camera zoomed in on his handsome face. He seemed to be looking in another direction. She moved her attention from the big screen to look at the real deal in the arena.
    A shiver ran down her spine and raised the hairs on her arms. He seemed to be…no. He wouldn’t be looking at her.
    Still, it looked as though… She raised a hand and waved. Immediately he waved back.
    Heart racing, she plopped into her seat again. How had he picked her out of the crowd? She was sitting with the wives and girlfriends—and she was sure one woman was an exotic dancer or maybe even a prostitute. She had no idea how Dusty noticed her in this crush of fans and chaos.
    She watched him swagger all the way back to the sidelines. He vanished through a door, and she found herself on her feet, apologizing her way out of the row. She took the steps quickly, down, down. And started searching the shadows for where he may have disappeared.
    An arm snagged her around the middle. She opened her mouth to scream, but the breath was punched from her lungs as her chest struck a wall of flesh. Black eyes flitted into her vision a split second before a hard mouth crushed over hers.
    Her body reacted to Dusty’s scent, his flavors. She had no control over her arms that looped around his neck or her fingers that gripped his shoulder. His rough knuckle beneath her chin tipped her head to the side, angling her for the first plunge of his tongue.
    A ragged cry left her as he swept the interior of her mouth. He wrapped an arm around her, hitching her fully against his big body. He smelled of leather, horse and man. Still in his chaps, his erection seemed pronounced between the cutout, but she realized that was all Dusty. Pure virile male.
    And she was kissing him back as if she’d never be kissed again. He probed her tongue with his, and she dug her fingers into his shoulders, drinking in the taste of his adrenaline high.
    “I can’t…fucking get enough,” he said between wild passes of his tongue. She shouldn’t be responding, but her body was quickly running the gears. And there didn’t seem to be any brakes on this ride.
    He kneaded her hips, long fingers splaying dangerously close to her pussy. She was drenched with want and wiggled closer to the heat he was packing for her too.
    Groaning, he said, “Jesus, I’m going to take you right here if I don’t stop.” In complete contradiction, he claimed her mouth once more. Swirling his tongue over hers in a dance as untamed as his performance had been minutes before. She clung to him, mind spinning.
    What was she doing? Making out with her client was a big no-no. Daddy would have her hide. Things couldn’t develop between