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inexplicable reason, Flynn took his Stetson off his own head and dropped it onto her bouncy curls, almost snatching it back when he glanced around the table and noted the avid attention from his fellow diners. He’d just made a silent declaration of his interest in the smiling bombshell.
    He blew out a disgusted breath and pulled the chair out for Liberty to sit in, almost rolling his eyes as she fluttered her dainty hands and yammered to everyone around them, attracting far more attention than he wanted or was used to. Most times, he quite happily sat in the corner ignoring everyone and being ignored. He’d deliberately chosen the chair at the end of the table so he didn’t have to engage if he didn’t want to, and he certainly knew how to discourage conversation. In fact, he’d become quite used to people, especially on the film sets when they realized he hadn’t spent hours in makeup, scattering in all directions to avoid looking into his face.
    Flynn picked up the beer Liberty had brought him and took a long draft, scanning the length and breadth of the table as everyone settled and started to pass food.
    Surprised at his nerve, Flynn watched as his nephew squeezed a small stool in between Liberty’s chair and Michael’s, stretched his long skinny legs one at a time, and hopped over it to sit shoulder-to-shoulder with Liberty. Blushing furiously, Jacob gave Flynn a furtive glance from under his eyelashes and a wicked grin. With an unfamiliar stab of possessiveness, Flynn envisaged grabbing the kid by the ear and stuffing him under the table. Then he considered it might be to his advantage to keep him there and save him from having to do any talking. Not that he supposed he needed to do any with Liberty in full chat mode on one side of him and his cousin Sam, quiet and calm, on the other side.
    As he took his own seat, his gaze swept around the table and caught Ethan’s steady contemplation. Perhaps the deputy sheriff was right, maybe she could rock his world. Problem was, he wasn’t sure if he was ready to have his world rocked.
    Flynn frowned down at his empty plate and squinted over at the kid’s. Five pieces of fried chicken, a mountain of mashed potatoes, a ton of corn bread, and a pile of green shit. He wasn’t bothered about the green shit, but he could smell the chicken and potatoes, and his stomach gave a loud complaining growl.
    The sound grabbed Liberty’s attention, her eyes widened as she glanced from his plate to hers to Jacob’s. A bright smile spread across her face once more, showing dimples he hadn’t yet had the time to study. She swapped her filled plate with his empty one, and as he opened his mouth to protest, she gave a small shake of her head and placed her delicate hand on top of his to stop him from swapping them back.
    Her cool fingers sent electric pulses straight up his arm to spread like wildfire through his entire body, and he wondered if anyone would notice if he snatched the little woman away and took her back to his lodge. His stomach rumbled again, but he thought he could stave off hunger pangs if only he could get Liberty naked. He raised his head, met Sam’s quietly amused stare, and figured his thoughts might just have been a little too evident.
    Sam gave a small nod at Liberty’s empty plate.
    “Liberty. You have no food, pass your plate.” And before Flynn could blink, Liberty’s plate was whipped down the table, piled high with twice as much steaming hot food than had already been on the one she passed to him, and was placed back in front of her. The only thing the woman needed to do was smile and nod graciously.
    He picked up his fork and wondered at the advantage of being dim and friendly instead of cerebral and brooding. The brunette certainly wore the former with great appeal. Fork poised, he watched as Liberty unobtrusively swapped the plates over once more so she had the smaller portion. His eyes met hers and she stilled completely. Her gaze dropped to his