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burger orders for two cowboys at the bar. Haley glanced back at him, half expecting to see him disappear like he had months ago.
    Fantasy images raced through her mind as she cleaned up a few empty tables. She and Dante in the desert naked, his mouth fierce and hard as he took hers, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. The coolness of the night air brushed over her skin as he tormented her with his mouth, his hands. Teeth nipped at her breasts, his tongue grazed her clit, teasing in delicious strokes, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm. Unable to bear it anymore, she dragged him up, reached for the front of his jeans and found the hard ridge of his cock. Dante, fuck me, she’d said. God, his touch was intoxicating, driving her wild, a frenzy of hunger she’d never felt before. His cock was hard and thick, so close to penetrating her.
    The daydreams usually ended there. After all these months, she couldn’t decide if the images were real, a vivid recurring dream or an overactive imagination. She was too damn horny for a guy she couldn’t have. And reliving the fantasy had made her worked up and hot. Aroused and heated now, her pussy soaked her panties beneath her skirt.
    “Miss, can you take our order?” a middle-aged man waved his cowboy hat at her.
    “Sure, right away.”
    She handed the ticket to the cook in the kitchen, then stood at one end of the room and watched Dante and Sakari. What was it about those two? Had they been lovers in the past? Sakari was living with Brad, but she’d never said whether she and Dante had a thing before. That would explain the awkward friendliness.
    He sat next to a cowboy and they exchanged a few words. Haley could’ve sworn she saw faint swirls of light pass from the cowboy to Dante. Ambros had taught her to read auras and sometimes she could see them. This looked different. People didn’t believe in her abilities. That was one reason why she got into the psychic photography class at the New Age store. Maybe if she could photograph the supernatural, people wouldn’t think she was crazy. She’d had all she could take of prejudice from when she lived in Texas. She couldn’t stand the knowing looks from the people in the community. Well, she didn’t murder her mother, her father did during a drunken rage, and that didn’t mean she was destined to be a murderer too. Here in Sedona, she could have a normal life.
    She moved to a different side of the room and sure enough, she saw the flickers of light again. It looked as if Dante was absorbing the cowboy’s aura. How was that possible? It must be a trick of the mind.
    She squeezed her eyes shut and blinked several times trying to clear her vision. Then a woman walked up to him. A pang of jealousy rang through her. It didn’t take long. The same flow of aura from the woman drifted to Dante. Weird, very weird. She’d have to ask Ambros about this. Dante said something and the woman moved on. The woman neither looked disappointed nor pleased, only a little dazed.
    Haley settled up the bill with a couple then walked up to Dante, who was leaning on the bar between two barstools. “So what problems are you having with the horses?”
    His mouth curved slightly at one corner and held her gaze with his dark, intense eyes. “I’ll have to show you.”
    Her insides gave a twist. Yep, she still had it bad for this guy. He’d kissed her once, months ago, even came close to making love but stopped. She’d never understood why. They hadn’t gone as far as getting naked, not like her recurring dream. He hadn’t asked her out since then. She was attractive, blonde, had a decent figure, men hit on her at the bar all the time. So what was his problem? He couldn’t be gay, wasn’t married that she knew of.
    Sakari filled Dante’s mug with beer and gave him a look that seemed like a warning to Haley. Maybe an angry look. Haley thought they were friends.
    “Why don’t you come here anymore?” Haley asked as she took a swizzle stick