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that as a compliment.”
    “But you do know me. You know there’s not many things I think are prettier than new baby calves.” He bent down and nuzzled her wet curls and on a deep breath inhaled the comingled scents of the two of them. “I love how you smell after I’ve come inside you.”
    He pulled his bandana from his back pocket and gently wiped her. Then he got to his feet, clasped her hand and pulled her up. He reached down to pull up his shorts and pants.
    “You’ve got a big spot on your slacks,” she said looking at the front of his pants. “We need to go clean up.” They walked arm-in-arm toward her bedroom and bathroom. “I’ll bet you didn’t bring any more pants. What are you go ing to tell Johnnie Sue?”
    His Mandy was such a worrier over trivial things. “Baby, I don’t have to tell Johnnie Sue anything. She’s the housekeeper.”
    “But she might smell them.”
    “So? All she’s supposed to do with my pants is take them to the cleaners.”
    Mandy laughed. “She’s so bossy, I keep forgetting she isn’t your mother.”
    He laughed, too. “I know.”
    “Do you remember the last time we had sex?” she asked.
    “ Uhhh…”
    She laughed. “I’m not trying to trap you. I’m just asking if you know how long it’s been.”
    “Too long.”
    “Valentine’s Day. That’s six weeks. I was thinking about it before you got here.”
    His memory spun backward. For Valentine’s Day, they had gone to supper in Stephenville, then spent the rest of the evening naked in her bed, eating chocolate candy, drinking champagne and decorating each other with chocolate syrup , canned whipped cream and maraschino cherries. He had built a sundae on each of her breasts and licked and sucked it off. She had done him the same favor on his cock.
    “Did you think I forgot? Hell, those red cherries have become my favorite fruit.” He leaned down and gave her a quick smack on the temple. “See? I didn’t forget. Six weeks is too long. No wonder I was so damn horny.”
    She smiled up at him. “We’re going to have to do something about your schedule.”
    They parted in her bedroom. He sat down on her rocking chair and pried off his boots, then got to his feet and stripped. He joined her in the bathroom. She stood at the vanity sink naked, soaking a washcloth under the faucet. He went to stand beside her. “Want me to wash you?” she asked, a gleam in her eye.
    “ Darlin’, you can do anything to me you want to.”
    She handed him the wet washcloth, then reached for another. “Hmm. I don’t know if we have time for that.”
    Together, they began to wash themselves. She glanced down at his wet dick. “Hm. I’d forgotten how big you are.”
    That sounded like a compliment, but it was a dig about his long absence. “Why do I think that wasn’t a compliment?”
    She giggled. “When do you have to go home?”
    “Dad stayed up in Fort Worth, so I’m gonna be riding with Smoky tomorrow morning. I need to be back at the ranch and saddled up by daylight. Gonna be a long day.”
    “Your dad met a girlfriend up there?”
    “I think he might’ve gone home with Mom.”
    Mandy shook her head. “ That’s just crazy.”
    Pic couldn’t disagree. He had been thinking the same thing about his parents ever since Mom left the ranch nearly eight years ago.
    Mandy rinsed herself, then reached for a towel. “So how’d it go? I want details.”
    “That drive back from Fort Worth was a sonofabitch. And I had Grandma with me. You know what that was like. She never stopped talking.”
    Mandy rose on her tiptoes and kissed his jaw. “I worried about you. I hate that traffic. What’s Drake’s wife like?”
    He picked up her hand and kissed the back of it, then returned to rinsing soap off himself. “Better looking than her billboard picture. Kind of quiet.”
    She handed him a fluffy towel. He liked her towels. They were thick and soft and smelled like flowers. The towels at the Double-Barrel felt like sandpaper