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glass, but Sol put his hand on her wrist. He held his drink up and
waited for her to raise hers. “To women and horses . . . And the
men that ride them.” Then he threw the drink down his throat.

Chapter Six
     
    When his empty hit the bar, she was still
holding her full glass, glaring at him through slit eyes.
    “Too pansy for you?” he asked with a
smirk.
    “Too misogynistic,” she said then drank.
    Damn, I hate when she uses them two-dollar
words.
    He walked over to the jukebox and fed in
a couple of dollars. Did she still like Garth Brooks? He punched in several
numbers. The Dance started as he walked back to bar.
    Georgia held on to the bar and leaned back, swaying to the slow strains of the song
with her eyes closed.
    “Careful, honey.” Sol put a hand against
her back in case she lost her grip.
    “I love this song.”
    “I know.”
    “Dance with me?”
    He fought to keep the surprise off his
face. How many did she have before I got here? “Sure.”
    He led her to the open space by the
jukebox and opened his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned
against him. He didn’t even try to lead; all he really wanted to do anyway was
hold her.
    They didn’t get through the first chorus
before he knew this was a bad idea. At this close proximity, he wasn’t going to
be able to hide his body’s response to her. But even though she couldn’t
possibly miss his erection pressed up against her, she didn’t pull back. She
was, in fact, rubbing against it every time they swayed back and forth, making
it worse by the minute.
    He dropped a hand to cup her ass and pull
her closer. She didn’t protest and, for the first time, he thought he really
might have a shot at getting her to go home with him.
    Don’t be stupid, he told himself. But she felt so right
in his arms, the way no other woman ever had. And he was sick of missing her.
    “Sol.”
    “Yes, honey?”
    “Sol.”
    “What, baby?”
    “Sol.”
    He pulled back to look at her. She looked
green around the gills.
    “I think I’m going to puke.”
    He grabbed her wrist and dragged her
toward the ladies’ room, shoving her through the door when they got there.
    So much for taking her home.
    He leaned against the wall next to the
door to wait.
    Several minutes passed. He knew she hadn’t
passed out because he could hear faint retching noises.
    “Hey, Sol,” Missy said as she passed him
on her way into the ladies’ room.
    “Hey, Missy.”
    Nearly five minutes later, the door
opened again. Missy had Georgia by the arm.
    “This what you’re waiting for?”
    Georgia jerked her arm out of Missy’s grasp. The movement spun her around. Sol grabbed
her, hands on her hips, stabilizing her.
    “Yup.”
    Missy gave him a sympathetic look. “See
ya ‘round.”
    He nodded and pulled back to look closer
at Georgia. She was the kind of pale he’d seen in people who’d just upchucked
their socks.
    “It’s time you go home,” Sol said.
    “I don’t want to.”
    “Well, you’re done drinking for tonight.”
    She started to step around him but
misjudged and tripped over the toe of his boot, falling into him instead. He
caught her in his arms. Yup. I shoulda figured.
    The few times he’d seen her drunk, it had
always ended like this, with the liquor smashing into her as suddenly as a
runaway train. He held her in one arm as he pulled his cell phone out of his
pocket. She didn’t struggle to right herself.
    “Yup.” Zach answered on the second ring.
    “It’s Sol. I’m at The Lariat. Georgia’s
here but she ain’t fit to drive herself home. Come get me at her folks’, will
you?”
    “I’ll be there.” Zach hung up without a
good-bye.
    “C’mon, honey. Let’s go pour you into
your car.”
    “I don’t wanna go home.”
    “Then where do you want to go?”
    “Anywhere but there.”
    Was it that bad?
    “Take me home with you,” she said as
though she’d been struck with the inspiration, and his cock got hard again.
    “Sweet