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    “Don’t like surprises?” He didn’t look at her, but Liza
could see his smile in the dashboard lights.
    She kicked off her shoes, put her feet on the dash and
leaned her head back so she could look out the window at the stars. The ranch
was huge and she was happy to bounce around the place in his truck. This was
what she needed, to ignore the businesswoman and remember what she was like
simply as a woman, to let herself have some fun and not feel like she was
neglecting her work. “Oh I like surprises, unless they embarrass me in front of
my clients.”
    Blake chuckled. “Sorry about that. I couldn’t resist. You
were so sexy ordering me around like I was just another hand.”
    “So, spoiled rich boy likes to play at being a ranch hand
too?”
    He slowed the truck to a stop and turned to face her. She
was teasing, and he knew it, but he couldn’t help asking, “Would you be here
now if I was just a ranch hand?”
    She smiled at him. Actually, if he were just another hand
this would be so much easier. A simple quickie and then back to work. But Blake
Dean—hot, sexy and rich Blake Dean—was another thing altogether. Would he still
want to be with her once he knew her background?
    She glanced at him across the cab and for just a second,
Liza saw vulnerability in his eyes. In his position, it would be hard to know
if women liked him for his money or himself. How would he ever really know?
    In a way, it was so much like her own fears. Foster parents’
motives aren’t always noble. That people use and discard other people was a
very hard lesson for a ten-year-old girl, but she had learned it well. True
motives are difficult to discern. She certainly hid hers.
    Now all she had to do was decide what her motives were concerning
Blake. She could get really hurt by this cowboy if she let him get too close,
but she felt an overwhelming desire to indulge in what she’d been missing out
on for years. She wanted to hold him and love him and prove that she wanted him
just for him—not his money or his social status. Her body tingled with desire
as she looked at his forceful chin and those deliciously full lips.
    “If you still had on those chaps…oh yeah, I’d still be
here.” Following her body’s demands and ignoring her usual caution, she leaned
over and lightly brushed her lips across his. They were soft and warm. She
inhaled his scent. God! She missed the scent of a man, and his was raw and
spicy. “When will we get to wherever it is we’re going, Blake?” She didn’t give
him a chance to answer before deepening the kiss, running her tongue across his
bottom lip and then sucking on it.
    Letting her kiss him, Blake held one hand tight to the
steering wheel. He was usually the one to make the first move, but this filly
was making it clear she wanted him as much as he wanted her. When her tongue
swept over his lips a second time, he reached for her and opened his mouth,
letting his tongue meet hers. She tasted of red wine and apples. The feeling of
her tongue meeting his made him rock hard instantly. Turning to get a better
angle to devour her lips, he took her head in both hands and pushed his fingers
through her hair, combing through it to get it out of the ponytail that held
it. When he felt it fall free, he pulled away.
    He watched her face as he spread her hair over her
shoulders. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to see this loose.”
    “Since this afternoon?”
    “Nope, first time I saw you was at the last New Year’s bash.
You were with some skinny guy. Then a month or so back, I was working in town
when you came to see Dad.” He ran his finger across her eyebrow. “Oh, I’ve seen
you. I’ve watched you. But I was hooked when you tied that halter out of a
scrap of rope.”
    Liza sat back in her seat, satisfied that he’d gotten her
message. “You like knots and rope, do ya?” She winked and put her feet back on
the dash.
    “Somehow I always pictured you more of a city girl.”