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still couldn’t believe it. One minute she’d spotted him scarfing up pigs-in-a-blanket and sweet-talking Gertrude Meyers who’d made the pigs, and then—poof!—he was gone.
    She’d searched for him, questioning everyone at the reception and all she’d managed to discover was that Gertrude had listened to his proposition and then promptly smacked him on the nose with an unwrapped weenie.
    That was the last anyone had seen of him.
    “Please let there be a message,” she murmured as she struggled from behind the wheel—not an easy feat for a woman wearing yards of bright coral taffeta and tulle. She gathered the skirt and started for the door.
    With any luck, he’d called and left word that he was over at the bingo hall or midnight bowling over at Cadillac Alley.
    If not…
    She forced the negative thought aside, squared her shoulders and mounted the porch steps. She was proactive. A doer, not a dreamer or a worrier. While the evening hadn’t gone exactly as planned—she’d lost Uncle Spur and been turned down by Austin—she would make the best of it. She would find the obnoxious old man and seduce one stubborn cowboy right out of his Wranglers and into her bed.
    Her mind made up, she spent the next five minutes checking the answering machine and casing the house. Upstairs, she peeked in to make sure his luggage was still there. Bingo. She bypassed Sharon’s old room and picked up her steps, eager to dispel the sudden emptiness that spread through her.
    Worry soon followed as she finished her search and came up empty-handed. Her mind raced and she envisioned the old man lying in a ditch somewhere, possibly hurt and mangled and—
    Think positive.
    Think Austin.
    She could still see the hungry light in his eyes, feel the tension in his muscles as he’d held her during the dance.
    He was being more stubborn than her lucky burner back at the lab. It was so old and corroded that she had a heck of a time lighting it, but she always managed. It was just a matter of turning up the heat and being persistent.
    That’s exactly what she had to do with Austin. Turn up the heat between them and tempt him beyond reason. Until his resistance melted away and he burned as fiercely for her as she did for him.
    Downstairs, she penned a quick note for Uncle Spur that said “Stay put.” She grabbed her purse, walked back outside and turned to pin the note on the door.
    Of course, she wasn’t exactly sure how to light Austin’s fire. She’d used all of the usual seductive tricks last night. She’d been bold and forthright, and made it obvious she was no longer the same chubby hometown girl who’d stammered and blushed and hidden behind homemade flower-print dresses and jumbo blueberry muffins. She’d worn a daring top and a tight skirt and told him about her life in Houston. She’d smiled and licked her lips and plastered herself against him just the way she’d seen women do at the clubs in Houston. The few clubs she’d actually been to, that is. Despite her best efforts, he’d still walked away.
    “This is going to be much harder than I thought,” a deep, crackling voice sounded just to her left.
    “You’re telling me—Uncle Spur!” Her gaze swiveled to the dark shadow that sat on the porch swing and her hand faltered on the note. Spur’s balding head glittered, reflecting a ray of moonlight and illuminating his weathered face. The smoke from his cigar curled in the air.
    Relief washed through her. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”
    “Didn’t see you look here. This is where I’ve been sitting for the last half hour. Saw you whiz right past me like a giant orange pumpkin with legs.”
    “Why didn’t you say anything?”
    “You had your mind set on something and I didn’t want to distract you.”
    “I had my mind set on you.” She pinned him with an accusing stare. “I looked everywhere at the reception.”
    “I ain’t at the reception.”
    “But you were at the reception. You were chasing