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anything yet to feel.”
“Sounds like Mark.” She tugged her ponytail over her shoulder and started working it into a loose braid. “Ever since I could remember, excess was his thing.”
And excess had been the end of him.
Galen caught her hand in his and squeezed. “What about
your
first kiss?” A few seconds too late, he remembered to let go of her hand again. “And don’t tell me it was with one of my brothers. I’m already privy to more of their romantic lives than I like.”
She folded her hands in her lap and seemed to be studying them. But at least she was smiling again, as he’d hoped. “No. It wasn’t.” She waited a beat. “Quinn Drummond, actually. He was only a year ahead of me.”
“That’s almost as bad as one of my brothers.”
She smiled a little. “We were in junior high. Under the bleachers after a school dance.”
“Please don’t feel the need to share any more gory details. I see Quinn all the time.”
“’Specially now he’s married to your cousin,
Lady
Amelia?”
“She doesn’t much like getting called Lady Amelia anymore’n you like getting called Rory.” Which was the name that her brother had always called her, just because he’d known it always got her goat. It was enough to make Galen feel guilty for the way he used to tease his own little sisters. For that matter, the way he sometimes still did.
When he reached the Two Moon Saloon, the small parking lot was already crowded, so he parked in a dirt lot nearby. Inside the bar, it wasn’t any better. But the Cowboy Country crowd had still managed to scope out a few long tables, and Galen followed Aurora through the crush of bodies.
He pulled off his hat and leaned over her. “I remember a time not too long ago when this place didn’t have this much business in a month of Sundays combined.”
“Right?” She looked up at him, and stumbled a bit.
He quickly moved the chair she’d bumped into out of their path and tried not to notice the way her hair smelled like flowers even at the end of a long day. A pointless exercise, since he noticed, anyway. “Crowded in here.” Their heads were so close, he could have kissed her.
And maybe she realized it, because she gave a weak smile and stepped back, adding a good foot to the two inches separating their mouths.
He wanted to kick himself.
She was Mark’s kid sister. She probably figured Galen was no better than Frank.
He jerked his chin toward the bar. “I’m going to get an order in, kiddo. You go on ahead.”
Aurora swallowed the protest that rose too quickly to her lips. She still felt shaky from finding herself that close to Galen.
Which was silly, since she ought to be used to it by now after nine whole days of playing Lila to his Rusty. Instead of becoming accustomed to him sweeping her against him four times a day, though, it was turning into a slow sort of torture.
Foreplay with no chance of making it to “play.”
Not when she was just the kid sister of an old friend he used to have.
“Extra hot,” she called after him a little too loudly, but thankfully, her words merely blended into the overall noise of the bar.
He heard, though, and gave a wave of his black cowboy hat as he shuffled back through the herd. Sighing a little, she continued onward and managed to secure two bar stools at one of the high-tops where Cabot Oakley, who played Sal the Sheriff, was sitting with his girlfriend, Sue.
“Crazy busy in here, isn’t it?” Sue leaned toward her and raised her voice just to be heard. She was a comfortably plump woman in comparison to Cabot’s extreme thinness, and worked as a teacher’s aide at the elementary school. Until Caitlyn Moore had realized that the success of Cowboy Country relied on inclusiveness where Horseback Hollow residents were concerned, Sal’s part had been played by a slick performer from Florida whose main interest was his next role. Preferably a bigger one.
He’d been even more self-involved than Frank, and
“Sounds like Mark.” She tugged her ponytail over her shoulder and started working it into a loose braid. “Ever since I could remember, excess was his thing.”
And excess had been the end of him.
Galen caught her hand in his and squeezed. “What about
your
first kiss?” A few seconds too late, he remembered to let go of her hand again. “And don’t tell me it was with one of my brothers. I’m already privy to more of their romantic lives than I like.”
She folded her hands in her lap and seemed to be studying them. But at least she was smiling again, as he’d hoped. “No. It wasn’t.” She waited a beat. “Quinn Drummond, actually. He was only a year ahead of me.”
“That’s almost as bad as one of my brothers.”
She smiled a little. “We were in junior high. Under the bleachers after a school dance.”
“Please don’t feel the need to share any more gory details. I see Quinn all the time.”
“’Specially now he’s married to your cousin,
Lady
Amelia?”
“She doesn’t much like getting called Lady Amelia anymore’n you like getting called Rory.” Which was the name that her brother had always called her, just because he’d known it always got her goat. It was enough to make Galen feel guilty for the way he used to tease his own little sisters. For that matter, the way he sometimes still did.
When he reached the Two Moon Saloon, the small parking lot was already crowded, so he parked in a dirt lot nearby. Inside the bar, it wasn’t any better. But the Cowboy Country crowd had still managed to scope out a few long tables, and Galen followed Aurora through the crush of bodies.
He pulled off his hat and leaned over her. “I remember a time not too long ago when this place didn’t have this much business in a month of Sundays combined.”
“Right?” She looked up at him, and stumbled a bit.
He quickly moved the chair she’d bumped into out of their path and tried not to notice the way her hair smelled like flowers even at the end of a long day. A pointless exercise, since he noticed, anyway. “Crowded in here.” Their heads were so close, he could have kissed her.
And maybe she realized it, because she gave a weak smile and stepped back, adding a good foot to the two inches separating their mouths.
He wanted to kick himself.
She was Mark’s kid sister. She probably figured Galen was no better than Frank.
He jerked his chin toward the bar. “I’m going to get an order in, kiddo. You go on ahead.”
Aurora swallowed the protest that rose too quickly to her lips. She still felt shaky from finding herself that close to Galen.
Which was silly, since she ought to be used to it by now after nine whole days of playing Lila to his Rusty. Instead of becoming accustomed to him sweeping her against him four times a day, though, it was turning into a slow sort of torture.
Foreplay with no chance of making it to “play.”
Not when she was just the kid sister of an old friend he used to have.
“Extra hot,” she called after him a little too loudly, but thankfully, her words merely blended into the overall noise of the bar.
He heard, though, and gave a wave of his black cowboy hat as he shuffled back through the herd. Sighing a little, she continued onward and managed to secure two bar stools at one of the high-tops where Cabot Oakley, who played Sal the Sheriff, was sitting with his girlfriend, Sue.
“Crazy busy in here, isn’t it?” Sue leaned toward her and raised her voice just to be heard. She was a comfortably plump woman in comparison to Cabot’s extreme thinness, and worked as a teacher’s aide at the elementary school. Until Caitlyn Moore had realized that the success of Cowboy Country relied on inclusiveness where Horseback Hollow residents were concerned, Sal’s part had been played by a slick performer from Florida whose main interest was his next role. Preferably a bigger one.
He’d been even more self-involved than Frank, and
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