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George, and gave him a thousand-watt smile.
On his way to his seat, Douglas stopped in his tracks. Who was the guy putting the make on Lisa? When she smiled, the guy looked as if he wanted to grab her and run.
He’ll have to go through me first.
The thought was less brotherly and more primal than he expected. He knew Lisa must have a love life. She was too gorgeous not to. But suddenly, he realized he had never seen her with anyone other than TJ and the family. Why hadn’t he noticed that before?
Even at TJ’s and Donovan’s wedding, she’d come alone. She was full of fun, had flitted from one dance partner to another. It never occurred to him to ask why she didn’t bring a date.
When the guy tried to put an arm around Lisa’s shoulders he saw her tense. Did the casual affection make her uncomfortable?
Someone nudged Douglas in the back. “Need to get by.”
“Sorry,” he said, stepping down the ramp to join Lisa and her friend.
The crowd roared as horses and riders entered the arena. The Grand Entry was underway. Lisa tried to make introductions, but couldn’t be heard over the din.
Douglas took his seat next to Lisa, stared out at the arena without seeing a thing. Lisa was in real trouble, but she projected nothing but strength and confidence. And sexiness.
All he had to do was lean a few inches her way and that silky mass of hair would tickle his nose, just as the sweet scent of her did.
When the guy she was with moved close, took her hand in his, pointed to something of interest in the arena, Douglas felt a stab of irrational anger. What was it about Lisa that made things so difficult?
He bent to speak close in her ear. “I’m going to see if I can find anyone who will talk to me. Catch you in about thirty.”
When she turned to smile and nod, he felt the full force of that smile like a punch to the stomach. Then, she forgot all about him as she laughed at a remark from the jerk next to her.
Douglas got out of there as fast as he could.
He had a job to do. Needed to tend to business and forget these strange feelings. They were unsettling to say the least.
It wasn’t easy to forget Lisa was sitting next to a guy who looked as if he wanted to devour her. Or take her to bed.
As he made his way through the noisy throng, he realized his heartbeat was faster than normal—his anger at a perfect stranger irrational. Whatever was going on, he had to get over it. Lisa needed his help now. If HPD persisted in their belief she was guilty of murder, he’d have his hands full.
Right now, keeping his mind clear of anything but proving her innocence was off the table.
Looking around, he wondered whom he should approach. He didn’t know the regulars as Lisa did. He hadn’t considered she’d be with a date. He’d thought she would point out the players and he could ask questions. How had he so entirely misread her offer of tickets? Tickets! Plural. She had left him two tickets and mentioned he could bring someone.
Like everyone else, Lisa thought he dated dozens of women.
He knew many, but they were more friends than anything.
Now he stood there with a stadium full of strangers, wondering what he was going to do next.
Chapter Six
Lisa waited a full thirty minutes after Douglas left before she made an excuse to go to the ladies room.
George nodded as she scooted out of her seat and hurried out, wishing again she hadn’t acted so hastily. He would hound her for another date and, as nice as he was, this was their last.
Several of the regulars stopped her, wanting to know how she was doing, when they really wanted to know if she was going to jail.
She smiled, made a quick getaway, and looked for Douglas.
It took a very long five minutes before she saw him.
Ignoring the familiar leap of her heart at the sight of him, she headed his way. Earlier irritation slid away. He was here to help her. She could at least be appreciative.
In his Stetson, boots, and jeans, he looked the cowboy he’d been
On his way to his seat, Douglas stopped in his tracks. Who was the guy putting the make on Lisa? When she smiled, the guy looked as if he wanted to grab her and run.
He’ll have to go through me first.
The thought was less brotherly and more primal than he expected. He knew Lisa must have a love life. She was too gorgeous not to. But suddenly, he realized he had never seen her with anyone other than TJ and the family. Why hadn’t he noticed that before?
Even at TJ’s and Donovan’s wedding, she’d come alone. She was full of fun, had flitted from one dance partner to another. It never occurred to him to ask why she didn’t bring a date.
When the guy tried to put an arm around Lisa’s shoulders he saw her tense. Did the casual affection make her uncomfortable?
Someone nudged Douglas in the back. “Need to get by.”
“Sorry,” he said, stepping down the ramp to join Lisa and her friend.
The crowd roared as horses and riders entered the arena. The Grand Entry was underway. Lisa tried to make introductions, but couldn’t be heard over the din.
Douglas took his seat next to Lisa, stared out at the arena without seeing a thing. Lisa was in real trouble, but she projected nothing but strength and confidence. And sexiness.
All he had to do was lean a few inches her way and that silky mass of hair would tickle his nose, just as the sweet scent of her did.
When the guy she was with moved close, took her hand in his, pointed to something of interest in the arena, Douglas felt a stab of irrational anger. What was it about Lisa that made things so difficult?
He bent to speak close in her ear. “I’m going to see if I can find anyone who will talk to me. Catch you in about thirty.”
When she turned to smile and nod, he felt the full force of that smile like a punch to the stomach. Then, she forgot all about him as she laughed at a remark from the jerk next to her.
Douglas got out of there as fast as he could.
He had a job to do. Needed to tend to business and forget these strange feelings. They were unsettling to say the least.
It wasn’t easy to forget Lisa was sitting next to a guy who looked as if he wanted to devour her. Or take her to bed.
As he made his way through the noisy throng, he realized his heartbeat was faster than normal—his anger at a perfect stranger irrational. Whatever was going on, he had to get over it. Lisa needed his help now. If HPD persisted in their belief she was guilty of murder, he’d have his hands full.
Right now, keeping his mind clear of anything but proving her innocence was off the table.
Looking around, he wondered whom he should approach. He didn’t know the regulars as Lisa did. He hadn’t considered she’d be with a date. He’d thought she would point out the players and he could ask questions. How had he so entirely misread her offer of tickets? Tickets! Plural. She had left him two tickets and mentioned he could bring someone.
Like everyone else, Lisa thought he dated dozens of women.
He knew many, but they were more friends than anything.
Now he stood there with a stadium full of strangers, wondering what he was going to do next.
Chapter Six
Lisa waited a full thirty minutes after Douglas left before she made an excuse to go to the ladies room.
George nodded as she scooted out of her seat and hurried out, wishing again she hadn’t acted so hastily. He would hound her for another date and, as nice as he was, this was their last.
Several of the regulars stopped her, wanting to know how she was doing, when they really wanted to know if she was going to jail.
She smiled, made a quick getaway, and looked for Douglas.
It took a very long five minutes before she saw him.
Ignoring the familiar leap of her heart at the sight of him, she headed his way. Earlier irritation slid away. He was here to help her. She could at least be appreciative.
In his Stetson, boots, and jeans, he looked the cowboy he’d been
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