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I can guess yours.”
    “No, you won’t.”
    “Yes, I will.”
    There was that wicked grin again. “I dare you to try.”
    Keely considered him. “This is way too easy, Jack.”
    “So stun me with your insight, cowgirl.”
    “Poached salmon. Wild rice pilaf. Brussel sprouts. Plain cheesecake.”
    A stricken look crossed his face.
    She smirked. “I totally nailed you didn’t I?”
    Jack angled across the table. “Not. Even. Close. But I am intrigued by the thought of you nailing me.”
    Oh. Hello lust. “The thought of nailing you has me equally intrigued.” She offered him a coquettish look. “Are you a breast or a thigh guy?”
    That caught him off guard enough his gaze actually dropped to her chest. “Ummm. What?”
    “Or chicken?” she taunted softly.
    His hot eyes returned to hers. “My favorite food is not chicken. It’s not a nice juicy rump…roast, although I admit to being more of a butt man than a breast man.”
    Keely blinked. She was quickly losing control of this conversation.
    “I’ll give you one more chance to nail me,” Jack said with a sexy rasp.
    “Only one?” she cooed back.
    Jack’s hungry gaze zeroed in on her mouth. “Playing fast and loose will only encourage me to play the same. Be certain you’re prepared for what that entails.”
    Yikes. “Speaking of favorite foods, I’m betting yours is some kind of wild game that fits with your personality. Boar?”
    His lips lifted. “Wrong. This round goes to me. My favorite food is homemade meatloaf. Followed closely by mashed potatoes and gravy. Followed closely by corn on the cob.”
    “Holy crap. That’s so…Midwestern of you, GQ.”
    “Surprised?”

    “Very.” Down home cooking appealed to Jack more than haute cuisine? Man. He’d surprised her like four times today. “Your turn to guess. What’s my favorite movie?”
    “Easy. The Princess Bride .” He grinned. “What’s mine?”
    “ The Jerk ,” she shot back.
    Jack laughed. A deep, rumbly, sexy sound and she caught herself wanting to smile and sigh at the same time.
    “Try again.”
    “ Jackass ?” she tossed out.
    More laughter.
    “Okay. I give.”
    “ True Lies, ” he said.
    “That seems appropriate.”
    Silence.
    Keely fiddled with the straw, rolling it back and forth in the condensation.
    Jack snatched her hand, stopping the fidgety movement.
    Talk about big hands. Not soft, girly hands either, but rough. Manly. His fingers were long and thick, sprinkled with just enough dark hair to be masculine, not apelike. God. It’d been forever since she’d had a real man’s hands stroking her bare skin. Would Jack be gentle? Teasing? Or forceful?
    “Keely?”
    She shifted her gaze up. The curiosity or guilt he saw in her eyes caused a spark of heat to flare in his.
    Jack stretched across the table until their mouths were a kiss apart. “We’re fucking kidding ourselves that we can keep this platonic for much longer.”
    The growly timbre of his voice destroyed any smartass comment she might’ve conjured. She wanted to hear that growling noise against her throat, in her ear, on her belly, on the insides of her thighs.
    “Don’t look at me like that,” she breathed.
    “Like what?”
    “Like you want to—”
    “Isn’t this sweet, you two lovebirds holding hands and whispering naughty nothings to each other.”
    Keely looked up at India with murder in her eyes.

    Good girls can play rough too…

    Cowgirls Don’t Cry
    © 2010 Lorelei James

    Rough Riders, Book 10
    Jessie McKay has accepted her marriage to Luke McKay wasn’t perfect. After two years of widowhood, she’s ready to kick up her bootheels—until Luke’s younger brother shows up to spoil her fun.
    But if Brandt thinks she’ll ever take orders from another McKay male, he’s got manure for brains.
    Brandt McKay has avoided his sweet, sexy sister-in-law ever since the night he confessed his feelings for her weren’t the brotherly type. Unexpectedly faced with proof of Luke’s