chest squeezed at the thought. What if he dumped her? What if he said he couldn't be with a woman who'd kept things from him?
Chewing on her lip, Charli weighed her options and came up short. Her conscience wouldn't let her live a lie. Not when she stood a chance at a real relationship with a great guy. If they couldn't be honest with each other, where did that leave them?
She rolled over and hugged the pillow. Oh, but he'd been so sweet, so kind, so...hunki-licious. How could she live without him, now that she'd tasted of what he had to offer? Another groan and Charli sat up, pushing the pillow and sheets aside.
The only way to deal with an impossible situation was to meet it head-on. But it didn't hurt facing the challenge looking her best. Tonight was the Cowboy Ball—a tradition at the Ugly Stick Saloon to sponsor a masquerade ball for the locals and the rodeo cowboys, after the first day of the rodeo events. Her boss, Audrey Andersen, always insisted her girls dress in costumes, usually those of old-time dancehall girls.
A satisfied smile spread across Charli's face. Good. She looked great in a corset bustier and the flouncy skirts only showed off her legs. How could he possibly dump her when she'd be displaying her best assets?