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any other rope-throwin’, bronc ridin’, bullshittin’ cowboy.”
    Sam stopped the truck and got out. “I don’t know what got your panties in a wad, but not all cowboys are the same.”
    “No, but all rodeo cowboys are. You can’t trust them to keep their word.”
    “Why not?”
    “They have a girl in every town and probably one back home with a baby or two.” She stood in the beam of his headlights, the light glinting off the moisture pooling in her eyes. “I’m not up for another broken heart, Sam.”
    “I’m not gonna give you one.” He pulled her into his arms and brushed the hair back from her forehead. “I just want to take you out for a damned cup of coffee. And if it means getting slapped again, I can’t help it, I want to kiss you.”
    He ducked his head, his lips crashing down over hers.
    Mona’s hands pressed against his chest for a moment, then curled into his shirt, dragging him closer.
    When he drew a line with his tongue across her lips, she opened her mouth and let him in.
    Sam pulled her closer, his cock straining against the tightness of his jeans.
    Mona’s hands slipped up around his neck, lacing through the hair hanging down below his collar. Her breasts pressed against his chest and one of her trim calves curled around the back of his leg.
    He deepened the kiss, his tongue thrusting deep into her mouth that tasted of mint, so warm and wet.
    When she reached between them and worked her fingers over the buttons on his shirt, he set her away from him and rested his forehead against hers. “You don’t know how badly I want this.”
    Her fingers stilled. “But…”
    “But, given the last time I kissed you and the way you feel about rodeo cowboys, doing this tonight would only reinforce your perception.”
    “Damn my perception. Take me now or forget about it.” She grabbed the hem of her shirt and would have ripped it up over her head, if his hands hadn’t stopped her.
    “Not here. Not like this.”
    She grabbed his hand and dragged him toward his truck. “Then take me somewhere we can be alone.”
    “My trailer.”
    “No!” She stopped in her tracks. “No. Not your trailer. Your partner might be there. We’ll go to my apartment.”
    She climbed into his truck, gave him the directions, and he set off toward Temptation, too excited to ask and ruin the mood, but wondering what the hell had changed her mind.

Chapter Four
    “Here we are,” Tacey announced.
    Grant was surprised when she pulled into the parking lot near the rodeo arena where all the participants’ trailers were lined up in neat rows, hay tied to their roofs. “I didn’t realize you were in the rodeo as well.” Hell, there were a lot of things he didn’t know about Tacey. Why the hell was he going home with her?
    She shrugged. “I do the barrel racing. Have been since I was a kid. But mostly around these parts. I’m from Hole in the Wall. The town on the other side of the Ugly Stick.”
    They passed by the trailer he and Sam shared, half of which was used to transport their horses, the other half was a fully equipped camp trailer with a stove, refrigerator, bathroom and air conditioner.
    Would Sam return to the trailer with Mona, or would he go to her place for the night? Assuming Mona was into Sam. After three years, she certainly wasn’t thinking about Grant. From what he’d witnessed of her reaction to Dalton, she probably was over them both and happily single. If she chose to be with Sam, Grant had no say in the matter. He’d given up any rights when he’d called to dump her three years ago.
    “I compete in barrels, but I’d like to do team roping.” Tacey pulled in beside a smaller version of his own trailer. “And someday, I’d like to compete in bronc ridin’.”
    Grant’s leg still throbbed a bit from the last rodeo when he’d landed on it wrong, in a less than graceful dismount. “It’s really hard on your body.”
    “Yeah. But I like the adrenaline rush.” She shifted into park.