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keep business separate from pleasure?
    Oh, screw it! After a split-second decision, and because there was only one way to find out, Ramona ditched her philosophy. Tonight, she would blow and jump her partner’s bones, experience sex without the slush and get Rex out of her system once and for all.
    Or so she hoped.
    But first, something to eat. She needed to keep her strength up. Ramona made toward the tables of food set out outside “Curls & Pearls,” Emily Coy’s hair and beauty salon next to Rustlers, calling over her shoulder, “Dad, Rex is not my new man. He’s my partner at the practice. I’ll just go and grab some food, and then I’ll bring him over.”
     
    * * * *
     
    For the second time in as many seconds, Rex surreptitiously readjusted the crotch of his jeans and smiled at the woman happily chatting before him.
    Emma—no, Emily Coy was very pretty, with chin-length curls of rich brown hair and twinkling sky-blue eyes, but his cock was not pointing in her direction. No, it was pointing toward a certain green-eyed sex kitten, who had once again filled his dreams the night before with dewy, hunger-driven, tongue-tangling kisses.
    Ramona… Merely thinking her name made him feel warm all over with the type of heat that had nothing to do with the evening’s temperature, but rather the blood roaring through his veins on a direct path to his cock every time he looked at her. Which was often.
    Wearing a magenta dress with cap sleeves, the stretchy material hugging her lush curves and a well-rounded ass, the sweetheart neckline showing her plump breasts to maximum effect and the hem sitting a good few inches above the delectable pair of knees, her black strappy sandals adding at least four inches to her height, she was, in a word, breathtakingly beautiful. Okay, two words. He again sought her out and again readjusted his jeans.
    “Don’t you think so, Rex?”
    Rex wrenched his attention back to Emma—no, Emily. “Yeah, I do,” he replied, hoping his answer was appropriate for whatever the question had been.
    Her expression was one of relief. “I’m so glad you agree. And, oh, look, here he comes now. Have fun.”
    What the…? Rex scratched his head as Emma—no, Emily!—walked quickly away as if her shoes were on fire. Who was coming? Not him, that was for sure. His cock had suddenly become as soft as butter. One second later, and he had his answer.
    “Rex Latimer?” a gruff voice boomed.
    He turned and surprisingly found himself having to look up at a lean, deeply tanned man with slicked back dark hair. The Stetson was missing, but even so, the man looked as if he had just stepped off a cowboy film set. And was it a trick of the light, or were the words “pain in the ass” stamped across his forehead?
    “Bud Watson.”
    Ah, definitely not a trick of the light. Rex shook Watson’s hand and tried his damnedest not to smile at the thought of Ramona kicking Watson’s ass to Helena.
    “Yeah, knew it was you. Look like a vet. That Ramona’s all right. More than all right,” he said on what might have been a wishful sigh. “But she’s… Well, you know.”
    Huh? What, pray, was a vet supposed to look like? An animal, maybe? Rex didn’t think so, but, and not blowing his own trumpet, he would go as far as to say he was hung like a horse. “No, I don’t know,” he said, feigning a friendly smile. He suspected he was about to take an instant dislike to the man. “Enlighten me.”
    “Well, I don’t profess to being a vet, but I know a lot about animals. Particularly horses. I own the stud out ways on Third. One of my mares will be foaling in about a month’s time. I had hoped Greg would buy the new foal, as he did with Bonnie and Clyde, but I suppose with him moving to Florida… Unless, of course, you’re interested?”
    “No. About Ramona…?”
    “Oh, yes. She’s all right, but she’s not Greg. She’s, um… How can I put this?”
    “One of the best veterinarians I’ve ever had the