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left off. Ooh, but how entertaining it would have been to fuck him while he was on the phone.
    "Stupid."
    Bridgette frowned. “You say something?"
    Shannon shook her head. “Just mumbling to myself."
    They got to the corral and right away her gaze locked on Dustin. Damn. She had hoped to avoid him just a little bit longer. However, the Double D wasn't that big of a ranch and he seemed to always be everywhere.
    He strode forward in dark denim and a pressed, yellow button-down. Her breasts tightened at the predatory look in his eyes, and her face heated, but she stood her ground, fascinated at his cat-like grace. She vaguely heard the conversation around her and even responded, but as to what was said, she had absolutely no idea.
    "I thought you might want to ride me,” he said, handing her the reins of a chestnut gelding with white socks.
    Shannon blinked. “What?” Oh my God, was she that obvious?
    He raised an eyebrow, his lips quirked in a grin. “I thought you'd like to ride Harlan behind me."
    Was that really what he'd said? Either her hearing was faulty or she was projecting her own thoughts on him. “Sure, right.” To hide her embarrassment, she swung into the saddle.
    Dustin gave her a knowing grin and mounted his stallion.
    Oh, to be his horse right now, or better yet, for him to be hers. She'd ride him like a wild bronc, thighs squeezed tight around his flanks, bumping and thrusting ‘til he broke from exhaustion. She shook her head to clear the wayward thoughts.
    Dustin tossed around instructions about riding order, the authority in his voice ringing strong and clear. With a nod to Deacon, one of his older brothers, he set the trail ride in motion and she fell in right behind him. His hips swayed in time with the easy gate of his stallion. He belonged on horseback, on a ranch. If he'd gone with her to New York, he would have been unhappy. She knew that. Had always known that. His dream, his life, was here in this country. Yet, he hadn't tried to force her to stay in Texas either.
    She glanced around her. Surrounded by pine trees, singing birds, boulders and mountains, she felt at home, peaceful. New York was loud and crowded and impersonal. Yes, she had a circle of friends from the fashion industry, and she'd enjoyed the nightlife for schmoozing purposes, but she'd never really felt settled. In Paris, she'd exhausted all her energy in fashion shows and worrying about Gran's health.
    The horses crested a hill, and Dustin turned in the saddle. “You know, I should be pissed at you for leaving me like you did last night."
    Her brow furrowed. “What, because you were busy arguing with someone on the phone? How is that my fault? Hell, I blew you, what more did you want?"
    He smirked. “I wanted you, naked."
    Shannon shot a glance over her shoulder, hoping no one had overheard him. None of the other riders paid them any attention. “You could have ignored your phone."
    He lifted a shoulder. “No one said you had to leave. Besides, you told me to answer the phone."
    Since when had he ever done what she'd told him to do? “So, what? I should have just fucked you during your phone call?” She snorted a laugh, as if she hadn't just been thinking that. “If that were to happen, I would demand your full attention. I'm greedy like that."
    "I remember.” He laughed, revealing white, straight teeth. The effect hit her in the pussy, tingling, arousing. God, he was beautiful when he smiled. “I think we should give it another shot.” He nodded toward the trees, as if indicating they should make a stop.
    Shannon looked beyond his shoulder to the trees in front of him. “I think you should not get knocked off your horse."
    He turned around in time to avoid the tree branch aimed at his head.
    "This conversation isn't over,” he called back.
    Maybe not, but she had a slight reprieve for now and she intended to put it to good use.
    The second they got back to the corral, Shannon headed to the cabin. Her cell phone