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almost from that moment on. He blamed Tanya. He blamed Mandy. And he blamed his body, all too primed and ready for that curvy little blond.
    Standing halfway between the stable he’d just left and the corral, he sucked in a breath of fresh, early morning air. He needed it after choosing to clean the stalls himself instead of one of the other hands. Of course there weren’t that many horses staying nights in the stable right now. Still it was no man’s favorite chore. But he sure hadn’t felt up to riding out on horseback to check on a downed fence line that Greg had mentioned. Not with this headache from hell.
    He rolled his head from side to side, rolling his shoulders. Tension. It thrummed through him. He needed to get his act together, refocus on priorities. Lord, there were at least a hundred number one priorities! Not one of them had anything to do with satisfying bodily needs, like sex. Good, old rumple-the-sheets sex. Which only brought that sassy, sexy female package of trouble back into his thoughts. Along with Sarah.
    Women. He couldn’t seem to live without them, even with all the trouble they caused him. You’d think after two badly failed marriages that he’d have the sense to stay clear of women, become celibate or something. His brain and his dick weren’t on the same page about that notion, though.
    Sarah.
    He heaved a tortured breath. What had he been thinking last night? Sarah had said pretty much the same thing after he’d all but passed out drunk on the floor of his favorite bar. She’d had to drive him back to the ranch. Lord a’mighty, that hadn’t been embarrassing at the time, but it sure was now. He wouldn’t be able to face her for a while. Part of the reason he’d gotten so damn drunk was because he hadn’t felt the least bit turned on by seeing her, which had more or less scared him into drinking more than he should have. And, if he remembered right, she’d had on an outfit—he couldn’t recall exactly what—that should have turned him on. Even worse, he could practically describe to the detail every outfit Tanya had worn since she’d got here.
    He thumbed back his hat, squinted at the rising sun, and glanced at his house from across the ranch yard. His gaze landed right on the open-blinded office window. Even in his head-pounding misery earlier trying to let the shower jackhammer away his idiocy, he’d sensed the second Tanya had entered his home. Then as he’d stomped out of the bathroom, annoyed that she’d invaded his world so early, he’d caught a whiff of that special vanilla-rose-whatever scent she wore as it drifted his way via the traitorous air-conditioning system. He’d gone bone stiff in a flash, and, damn, if his dick wasn’t heading that direction again.
    The gravel crunched just to his left bringing him back to the present and away from something that shouldn’t, couldn’t happen. Instinctively he knew the footsteps belonged to his foreman. Without even looking in the man’s direction, Drew knew that Greg would be grinning in amusement. And why wouldn’t his friend be amused? He’d all but hauled Drew’s sorry ass into his bedroom last night. Then he’d driven Drew’s irritated date back to her ranch. Drew wasn’t in the mood to be poked fun at this morning.
    Greg, of course, didn’t care. He sidled up beside Drew and said, “Sarah said to call her when hell froze over, pigs flew, or something like that.”
    He chuckled. “Apparently she didn’t appreciate being called Tanya most of the night.”
    Drew inwardly groaned, felt his neck heat and felt the heat spreading up his unshaven-as-yet face. Sarah put up with a lot from him, but any woman would draw the line at being called by some other woman’s name. Idiot, idiot, idiot!
    His gaze shifted back to the house, zeroed in on the office window. She —the hot little accountant—had to go. Today! He didn’t have time to deal with lusty feelings for a woman he’d known would be trouble from