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what?” Why couldn’t she focus on something other than how amazing his ass looked in that denim, or how he moved, smelled, anything like that?
    “Horses,” Dustin said.
    “I only have to throw out some hay.”
    “I’ll help. Let’s go.”
    She found herself headed in that direction before she realized he’d issued an order and she’d followed it.
    “How many bales?”
    “Six.” She started the Gator and pulled it up to the hay shed. “Damn,” she muttered, watching Dustin stride down with a bale in each hand. Flashes of being in his arms as he carried her up the stairs hit her. Then came the recollection of her asking him to sleep with her. Oh, God. I can’t believe I did that. How the hell do I go forward from here?
    Dustin didn’t say a word about it to her, just put the hay in the back and went for more bales. Didn’t take them long to load the Gator and head for the pasture. He got the gate and easily hopped back into the utility vehicle beside her. She watched him in her periphery as she drove to the first stop where they’d set out some hay. How did he manage to smell and look so good?
    “Sorry about waking you.”
    She slid out, met him at the back where he flicked open his knife and sliced through the twine with ease. They each took two flakes and spread it around.
    “I needed to be up anyway.” They progressed along the next spots, the horses coming up at a slow trot. “Did I do anything last night I need to be worried about? Or apologize for?” He grinned at her over the remaining hay. Her belly tensed as what felt like a thousand head stampeded through. It was a grin that boasted a secret of sorts. Something private. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
    He shrugged easily. “A bit.”
    They spread out the final hay and left the pasture. Dustin wasn’t what anyone would call chatty and normally neither was she, but she found herself craving the sound of his deep melodic voice.
    In his truck, after disposing of the twine and parking the Gator, her body calmed a bit. Not a lot but in her state she’d take anything. Soft strands of country music poured through the cab. She wasn’t surprised. He had country on in his barns as well.
    He had a dark green F-350 King Ranch, and she shifted along the smooth brown leather. A standard—like she had—and she observed him surreptitiously as he maneuvered them down the nearly deserted road.
    “You plan on answering me?” She rested her head against the seat and closed her eyes.
    “Before or after the kiss?”
    That soft-spoken statement caught her attention. She jerked up only to cringe and take a sharp breath at the exploding pain in her head. “Kiss?” she croaked.
    A sexy smile flirted with the corner of his mouth. “You don’t remember?” He stared at her, making her take a sharp breath for an entirely different reason. Those eyes, those incredible eyes burned with heat that singed her.
    She thought she’d dreamed kissing him.
    “No dream, beautiful. It happened right at Denim & Spurs.”
    Can’t even keep my mouth shut for an internal thought. Yet, her girlish side latched onto the fact he’d called her beautiful.
    “I kissed you?”
    “Long and passionate.” He winked as they slowed, entering town. “Rocked my world. I’m hurt you don’t recall it but guess that means I’ll have to ensure next time it’s memorable for you. I’ll never forget it. The feel of your lips, the intoxicating taste of you, a moment I’ll never forget.”
    She slumped in her seat and wished to be anywhere but where she was at that very moment. Even so, “next time” reverberated throughout her body. Her heart beat it out with every pump.
    He parked beside her truck and allowed his to idle. Hopping out, Finn headed around the front to her driver’s door. A hand pressed against the bright silver metallic paint of her dual wheeled truck, keeping it closed.
    She peered up at Dustin as he stood there. Although he’d parked so their