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breasts to the neckline that encircled her throat like a choker, and her shoulders and back were completely bare, all the way down to her ass crack. She enjoyed the feel of the material, silky and luscious against her skin.
    Dee smiled as she pulled on the matching bolero jacket, still amazed with what she and Catie had done in the whirlpool last night. And more than a little curious what Jake would think if she invited him to join them in the whirlpool sometime.
    The thought gave her pause. Would she want to share Jake with another woman? In any way? No .
    Wait. What was she thinking? It wasn’t like she cared about Jake anymore.
    She slid her feet into a pair of ivory sandals with three-inch heels and studied her toenails that were painted with pearl polish to match her fingernails. The new garters and thong underwear felt positively delicious beneath the dress. Too bad Jake wasn’t actually going to see what she had on underneath.
    No, it wasn’t too bad at all. She was just going to give him a taste of what he’d been missing all these years. That did not include a peek at what she was wearing under her dress.
    Well, maybe a little peek.
    She grinned and grabbed the purse she’d bought to go with the outfit, then stopped to check her appearance in the floor to ceiling mirrors of her closet door. Tingles skittered through her body and her nipples stood out against the thin fabric.
    After tossing her lipstick into her purse, she said goodbye to Blue and strode out the door into the gathering darkness, taking care not to stumble down the stairs in her sandals. The pinching around her toes was a good indication she should’ve settled for something a little more sensible, but she’d loved the way they looked with the dress.
    And at this moment, she felt anything but sensible.
     
     
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    Dee arrived at the fairgrounds and parked the Rover in the dirt lot. When she climbed out, night air chilled her skin as her dress hiked up her thighs. She pulled her skirt back down, locked the SUV, and headed toward the dancehall. Her ankles wobbled as she traveled over the uneven ground and she just hoped she wouldn’t sprawl in an ungraceful heap.
    Multi-colored lights of the carnival midway illuminated the night. Sounds of laughter and the blare of the country western band filled the air as she approached the dancehall.
    Smells of popcorn and corndogs brought back memories of the last time she’d been to the county fair and dance ten years ago with Jake. For the first couple of years after he’d left, she hadn’t wanted any reminders of him so she never went to the annual event. And somehow she’d never felt inclined to go again.
    Her steps slowed as she got closer and closer to the dancehall, and then she stopped walking and stared at the front entrance, clenching her purse in both hands.
    If she allowed herself to get too close to Jake Reynolds, she might start to lose her heart again, and that was completely out of the question. Once was enough for this lifetime.
    Okay, so she wasn’t as bold as she’d like to think she was.
    Chicken-shit.
    She whirled to head back to her Rover, and smacked into a solid wall of hard male flesh. Hands grabbed her arms to steady her, and Dee found herself looking up into Jake’s eyes.
    Too late.
    Too late to make her escape, and the most dangerous sensations coursed through her body the moment she found herself in his arms.
    Devastatingly handsome, all in black from his western dress shirt to his Wranglers, Jake’s eyes were shadowed under the brim of his Stetson and she could see a silvery glint in their gray depths. The musky scent of him surrounded her, making her want him so bad her panties were already damp.
    Screw the dance. She’d take him now.
    No, no, no!
    “Sweetheart,” he murmured, the heat of his hands blazing through her jacket. “You look good enough to eat.”
    “Jake.” Dee heard the huskiness in her own voice, and fought to regain her composure.
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