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for the new bathroom. Hardwood or tile? The question ate at him when he should have had his mind on his ride. He needed to make his mind up so that the contractor could actually finish a job that should have taken three weeks. Instead, they were on month number two. And all because Billy couldn’t just pick one.
    He could.
    He would.
    It’s just that he liked both.
    Just as he’d liked both blondes that had hit on him last night at the local bar. They’d both been attractive, sexy, eager. He could have had either one of them.
    He should have had one of them.
    Then he wouldn’t be sucking so badly now.
    That’s what he told himself, but deep in his gut, he knew it wasn’t true. He’d slept on Friday night after the sexual encounter with Sabrina not because he’d needed sex, but because he’d needed sex with her. Because he didn’t have to worry about the act coming back to bite him because he knew she was temporary.
    She didn’t want more and neither did he and he was through denying it.
    He had to do something. Even if it went against his good judgment.
    “Where are you going?” Eli asked when Billy picked himself up off the ground, dusted off his jeans and started for the gate. “You’ve still got a few hours left of practice.”
    “I’m tired of busting my ass. I need an insurance policy.” And then he headed for the fairgrounds next door and the woman with the Hello Kitty tattoo.

8
    S ABRINA FOUGHT TO control the trembling in her hands as she headed down the aisle of booths and rounded the corner into the food section. The scent of sweet cotton candy called to her, but she was too determined to get as far away from Billy Chisholm as was humanly possible.
    Sure, she’d been attracted to him last night. But that had been deprivation on her part and sexy mystique on his. But she’d explored that mystery in great detail. She’d climbed to the top of the mountain. She’d jumped off the ledge, and so it should have been downhill from there.
    It was always downhill from there.
    She shouldn’t be trembling. Or shaking. Or wanting.
    Especially the wanting .
    Hunger yawned deep in the pit of her stomach and she found herself digging out a wad of change for an extra-large cotton candy. A few sugary-sweet wisps melted on her tongue and a rush of aaaah went through her.
    There. Hunger sated. Now she could think straight and remember the all-important fact that Billy Chisholm was off-limits. Cowboy non grata. The more distance she kept between them the better.
    “Hey, Sabrina, wait up.” His deep voice rumbled behind her and she half turned to see him headed down the food aisle, his jeans molding to his body in all the right places.
    “Gotta run.” She picked up her pace and headed straight for the sign that said Ladies’ Room up ahead.
    “I want to talk to you.”
    “There’s nothing to talk about. Just write it down on the sheet and I’ll get everything entered into the computer. You’ll be hooking up with women in no time.”
    He stopped, but his voice followed her. “Why are you so freaking scared to talk to me?”
    The question rang in her ears, pricking her ego and the self-worth she’d fought so hard to cultivate all those years she’d watched her mother hide out in her room every time Sabrina’s father had done her wrong. There’d been no confrontation. No standing up for herself. She’d taken it and retreated, and then she’d forgiven him and the pattern had started all over again.
    She stopped dead in her tracks and turned on him. “Maybe I’m not scared. Maybe I just have nothing to say to you.”
    “But I have something to say to you.”
    “Maybe I’m not interested in talking to you.” She tried to sound nonchalant, but it was next to impossible when she caught a whiff of his scent. The enticing aroma of leather and male and that unnameable something that made her think of soft cotton sheets and the moonlight peeking past the curtains of his motel room... Forget it. Forget him.