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and food, and she opened a bottle of sparkling mineral water. This time she’d make sure she didn’t dehydrate.
    The light breeze that blew in occasionally from the west kept her cool, although whenever she looked at Keaton, her temperature rose. What was it with jeans, cowboy boots, and Stetsons, anyway? The man looked like he’d just stepped off the movie set of Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid . Every so often he’d fire off a quick succession of rounds, and then bring the targets up for inspection, some of which he’d replace. He seemed meticulous about safety. The barrel of his shotgun, when not in use, was left open and pointed at the ground. The earlier anxiety she’d felt at the mention of live bullets had eased somewhat. There was something quite macho and exciting about guns that turned her on, even though she would hate to admit it. However, she definitely had second thoughts about having a go herself.
    After a flurry of bullets, he turned and started to walk back to where she sat. “We’ll have some lunch, and then you can have a go with the hand gun. It will be lighter and easier for a woman to handle.”
    He placed his shotgun back in its gun case, along with the rounds of live bullets, and then took the seat beside her. His long legs stretched out as he relaxed back in the chair.
    “How did you do?”
    “Rusty at first, but I soon got back into it. Working in the city means I miss out on all of this. I’d much rather be here at the ranch, close to nature. I’m a natural cowboy at heart.”
    “Then why don’t you?”
    “What? Give up my position at Goldstein Rivers?” He opened the cool box and handed her a sandwich.
    “Yeah, why not?”                                                                              
    “I took over as CEO at Goldstein Rivers when my father died. I hold the majority of shares in the company. What I say goes, and all my employees know it. I’m not ready to hand over power just yet, although the idea of breeding horses on this ranch appeals to me. It’s something I may do when I retire.”
    Maddie peeled the foil from her sandwich. God, pastrami again . She wrapped it back up and placed it on the table.
    Keaton didn’t miss a trick. “I hope you’re going to eat that.”
    She shook her head. “I hate pastrami.”
    “But you ate it yesterday.”
    “I did it to please you.”
    He looked amused. “You ate something you hate in order to please me?”
    “I thought that was the type of relationship we had, although I have to admit, I was extremely hungry at the time.
    He shook his head, a faint smile on his lips. “Now we’re getting somewhere. I can’t make you do anything you don’t want to do.”
    “Is that so?”
    “Believe me, I can’t. What happens between us is by mutual consent. I enjoy dominating you, and you enjoy being dominated by me.”
    A tight coil of desire centered low in her stomach at the way he looked at her. His bright blue gaze burned into her very being. My God, what did he have in store for her this evening?
    Breaking eye contact, he reached into the cool box and fished out another sandwich. He pushed it toward her. “I hope you like tuna.”
    “I do, but how do you figure mutual consent when I have little choice in the matter?”
    “It’s the way your body responds to mine. You like what I do, and you’re already looking forward to tonight.”
    Maddie felt her cheeks flush with heat, and she hurriedly turned her attention to her food. Keaton made it worse when he laughed out loud. Thankfully, he just left her to drown in her own embarrassment because she knew what he’d said was absolutely true.

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    He lifted the handgun from the case and grabbed some live cartridges. “Come, Maddie, it’s time to teach you how to shoot.”
    He waited for her to come to the center of the range and then held up the gun. “Now, this is a forty-four Magnum.