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."Just say the word and."She raised a hand to his lips and her smile softened,transforming her face into an angelic glow.He had to lock hisknees to ward off the sudden weakness the touch of purebeauty caused.Her soft laughter trilled between them."Thanks but yes,I've done this before." She dropped her hand and hershoulders straightened."Paid for my degree in travel andtourism."Relief washed through him, along with admiration.Tookguts and a lot of hard work to follow your dreams.He knewthat first hand.He didn't realize he was still staring until his chest scaldedbeneath her hand."Don't worry, I'll be fine.Just tell me where and when."Her chuckled echoed through her hand, rebounding off hisribs and arrowing straight through his vital organs.42 Luck Be a Cowboy [Legacy of the Celtic Brooch Series]by Stacy DawnHe stumbled a step back with the intensity."Uh, okaythen." Harper cleared his throat and his wayward thoughts."Everything you need is in here," he said with a frown as shewalked further into the room."The outfit is hanging in thecloset." He glanced at his watch."I'm going to go see howthings are going.I'll be back to let you know when they'll, uh,be ready for you."A tight smile stretched her face as she swung her armsinto a clap."Right-o." She hiked a finger over her shoulder tothe closet."I'll just get ready then."Sarah waited until the door closed and Harper's footstepsreceded before she let out her breath.If he didn't stop pulling those little gentlemanly moments,she'd start believing there were good men left in this world.Shaking off the residual tremors from his hand on herlower back, she opened the closet and bit the smile from herlips.You've got to be kidding me.Yep, her luck was holding true.It was one thing to slip ona sequined bra and panty set to dance around in but thisthing would require a bit more agility.The retro pink, playboybunnyish outfit swung a mocking jig on its hanger when shetouched the satiny fabric.Good thing airplane food is socrummy and she hadn't eaten the rubber lasagna they'doffered.She'd probably have to suck in a few ribs as it was.A distinct throbbing started in her left temple.Not yetprepared to show all her attributes, she scrounged in herpurse, fisted two tablets and headed out of the room.A glassof water and aspirins were in order first if she were to make itthrough the show.43 Luck Be a Cowboy [Legacy of the Celtic Brooch Series]by Stacy DawnMusic filtered into the expansive country kitchen.Througha large window over the sink, lights glistened from anoutbuilding and, by all the cars it illuminated, she figured itmust be the party grounds.The music changed and sheinstantly recognized her new favorite song.Her lips quirked.Maybe the truck incident didn't work but I'll think upsomething to make sure Cort'll think before he cheats nexttime too.Hips swaying to the muffled music, Sarah started to thinkthat maybe Roxanne was right.What better way to recaptureher womanhood than by acquiring the admiration of a partyfull of men?Of course, she'd have to get over this headache and thefamiliar rising nausea of stage-fright first.The first cupboard she opened not only provided her withthe sought after glass but a few various bottles of whiskey.Hmmm, maybe a little fortitude couldn't hurt.A roar of boisterous laughter changed her hesitancy toconcrete action and she reached for the Jack Daniels.Sarah poured a finger in the glass and choked it down.Theburnished liquid burned all the way to her empty stomach.She heard two more car doors slam and the music escalate.The liquid winked at her and she agreed; this was definitely atwo-glass situation.Medicinal fortitude taken, she rinsed and dried the glass,returning it and the bottle back to their shelf.With the alcohol warm in her belly, Sarah returned to theroom and stared at the little pink-satin outfit.For the first44 Luck Be a Cowboy [Legacy of the Celtic Brooch Series]by Stacy Dawntime she saw the matching four-inch spikes sitting quietly atthe bottom of the closet.Fate truly hates me.Come on, Sarah.Buck up! This is for you and no one else.Screw Cort, screw the truck mishap, and screw fate.Dancebecause you know you can, because you know you're good.With the few obvious changes, she repeated the samemantra she'd used to pep herself up before a show andstepped out of her sensible pumps [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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."Just say the word and."She raised a hand to his lips and her smile softened,transforming her face into an angelic glow.He had to lock hisknees to ward off the sudden weakness the touch of purebeauty caused.Her soft laughter trilled between them."Thanks but yes,I've done this before." She dropped her hand and hershoulders straightened."Paid for my degree in travel andtourism."Relief washed through him, along with admiration.Tookguts and a lot of hard work to follow your dreams.He knewthat first hand.He didn't realize he was still staring until his chest scaldedbeneath her hand."Don't worry, I'll be fine.Just tell me where and when."Her chuckled echoed through her hand, rebounding off hisribs and arrowing straight through his vital organs.42 Luck Be a Cowboy [Legacy of the Celtic Brooch Series]by Stacy DawnHe stumbled a step back with the intensity."Uh, okaythen." Harper cleared his throat and his wayward thoughts."Everything you need is in here," he said with a frown as shewalked further into the room."The outfit is hanging in thecloset." He glanced at his watch."I'm going to go see howthings are going.I'll be back to let you know when they'll, uh,be ready for you."A tight smile stretched her face as she swung her armsinto a clap."Right-o." She hiked a finger over her shoulder tothe closet."I'll just get ready then."Sarah waited until the door closed and Harper's footstepsreceded before she let out her breath.If he didn't stop pulling those little gentlemanly moments,she'd start believing there were good men left in this world.Shaking off the residual tremors from his hand on herlower back, she opened the closet and bit the smile from herlips.You've got to be kidding me.Yep, her luck was holding true.It was one thing to slip ona sequined bra and panty set to dance around in but thisthing would require a bit more agility.The retro pink, playboybunnyish outfit swung a mocking jig on its hanger when shetouched the satiny fabric.Good thing airplane food is socrummy and she hadn't eaten the rubber lasagna they'doffered.She'd probably have to suck in a few ribs as it was.A distinct throbbing started in her left temple.Not yetprepared to show all her attributes, she scrounged in herpurse, fisted two tablets and headed out of the room.A glassof water and aspirins were in order first if she were to make itthrough the show.43 Luck Be a Cowboy [Legacy of the Celtic Brooch Series]by Stacy DawnMusic filtered into the expansive country kitchen.Througha large window over the sink, lights glistened from anoutbuilding and, by all the cars it illuminated, she figured itmust be the party grounds.The music changed and sheinstantly recognized her new favorite song.Her lips quirked.Maybe the truck incident didn't work but I'll think upsomething to make sure Cort'll think before he cheats nexttime too.Hips swaying to the muffled music, Sarah started to thinkthat maybe Roxanne was right.What better way to recaptureher womanhood than by acquiring the admiration of a partyfull of men?Of course, she'd have to get over this headache and thefamiliar rising nausea of stage-fright first.The first cupboard she opened not only provided her withthe sought after glass but a few various bottles of whiskey.Hmmm, maybe a little fortitude couldn't hurt.A roar of boisterous laughter changed her hesitancy toconcrete action and she reached for the Jack Daniels.Sarah poured a finger in the glass and choked it down.Theburnished liquid burned all the way to her empty stomach.She heard two more car doors slam and the music escalate.The liquid winked at her and she agreed; this was definitely atwo-glass situation.Medicinal fortitude taken, she rinsed and dried the glass,returning it and the bottle back to their shelf.With the alcohol warm in her belly, Sarah returned to theroom and stared at the little pink-satin outfit.For the first44 Luck Be a Cowboy [Legacy of the Celtic Brooch Series]by Stacy Dawntime she saw the matching four-inch spikes sitting quietly atthe bottom of the closet.Fate truly hates me.Come on, Sarah.Buck up! This is for you and no one else.Screw Cort, screw the truck mishap, and screw fate.Dancebecause you know you can, because you know you're good.With the few obvious changes, she repeated the samemantra she'd used to pep herself up before a show andstepped out of her sensible pumps [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]