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“So?”

“Yeah,” I said on a huff.“I’ll be there.”What else would I be doing?Sitting at home watching Netflix?

“Good.Maybe you can save me a dance.”

I rolled my eyes.I should’ve known there would be a catch.

“Don’t count on it,” I replied, trying to keep my tone dry although I was smiling.

It was hard not to smile at Lynx.There was something about him.He was just so damn likable.

“See you tomorrow night,” he said softly.

I nodded, moving away from him.I needed to put some space between us.Lynx Caine was dangerous to my sanity.Especially now that I was single and didn’t have an excuse as to why I should ignore his advances.Once his divorce was final, I knew I would have absolutely no reason.

My eyes darted over to him once more.My belly fluttered as it always did when I saw him watching me.I liked that he did, even if I didn’t want to admit it to anyone.

“Can I get another beer over here?”

I tore my eyes from Lynx and turned toward my customer.

At least I had something to do to keep myself from entertaining the notion of letting this man get under my skin.I knew it would be so easy.

Lynx was right about one thing.

I couldn’t handle what he wanted from me.Even if I thought I was tough enough.

I wasn’t.

ThatI could admit.

ChapterFive

Sunday, September 3, 2017

Lynx

“How is it you can get a party together with one announcement in a bar?”Rhys asked me as we stood in front of the bonfire the following night, Dustin Lynch blaring through the speakers.

“It’s a gift,” I told him.

“Your gift,” Rhys chuckled.“My curse.”

“Oh, come on now.You ain’t here as the sheriff tonight.Let loose a little.”

Rhys’s gaze cut over to me, his grin wide.“As long as you don’t let loose too much.”

“Deal.”I tapped my beer bottle to his as I peered around, looking for one woman in particular.

“Who’re you lookin’ for?”

I shook my head.“Nobody.Just seein’ who’s here.”

“She’s not here yet,” Rhys said, lifting his beer bottle to his lips and regarding me intensely.

Frowning, I shot a look at the sheriff.“Who?”

“Oh, don’t play dumb.Whose house have you been camped out in front of for the past few weeks?”