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saying that, but there’s a difference. This here is a professional bull riders’ competition. More importantly, it’s the championship.”
    “Bull riding competition championship. Okay. Got it.” She nodded, writing it all down.
    Slade sighed at her constant note taking. The woman was like a damn sponge.
    Meanwhile, Mustang leaned back so the beer sign illuminated the printing on the ream of paper she’d laid on the table, and started flipping through it. Suddenly, he burst out laughing. “Buck Wild? You seriously named your bull rider Buck Wild?”
    She narrowed her eyes at Mustang. “Yes. So? It’s a romance novel. It’s supposed to be fun. Besides, a man named Mustang probably shouldn’t be picking on my bull rider’s name.”
    Mustang laughed. “All right, I’ll concede that point, but you can’t fight me on this one. The bull’s not in an enclosure. It’s a chute. Or a bucking chute. Nobody, ‘cept maybe city folk, calls it an enclosure.”
    Scribbling furiously, she wrote that down. “Good! Thank you. See? This is exactly the kind of stuff I need from you. That’s perfect. Can you make comments in the margins when you find mistakes like that?”
    Not remembering the last time he’d written anything besides signing paychecks at the bank or autographs in the stands, Slade had to think if they even had a pen or pencil in the trailer. He didn’t think so. They had better swipe one from the bar.
    While Slade pondered their lack of writing instruments, he noticed Mustang had gotten rather quiet, engrossed in the pages. Suddenly, Mustang’s eyebrows shot up into his hairline.
    “You’re skipping right to the sex scenes, aren’t you?” Jenna accused, obviously noticing Mustang’s reaction too.
    Sex scenes? Slade’s ears perked up at that. Hmm. Maybe he wasn’t sorry they’d offered to read this thing.
    Jenna reached to snatch the papers back, but Mustang was faster and whipped them over his head and out of her reach. “No you don’t, darlin’. This here is the interesting part. Not realistic, but interesting all the same.”
    Her eyes flew open wide. “What do you mean not realistic?”
    Slade wondered the same thing, dying to get his hands on those pages.
    Mustang rolled his eyes, referring to the papers again. “Come on. Women don’t come that fast or that easy. Trust me, I know. He barely touches her in this and she’s all ooh, ahh, I’m coming . Give me a break.”
    Coming? What the hell kind of books did this woman write? Slade had to clench his fist to stop himself from grabbing the papers from Mustang.
    Jenna, the apparently naughty author, scowled. “Romance is supposed to be fantasy.”
    Mustang snorted. “Oh, it’s fantasy all right. And the guy parts…” He shook his head, laughing.
    Jenna crossed her arms, eyes narrowed at Mustang. “What, exactly, is wrong with the guy parts?”
    Mustang waved the pages at her. “Men don’t think like this and men definitely don’t act or talk like this, especially in the middle of fucking...uh, I mean making love as you put it.”
    Slade was seconds away from snatching those pages away from Mustang to see what the hell he was talking about.
    “Oh really. So tell me, Mustang, since you’re so smart when it comes to men and women, what would you do differently?”
    Mustang leaned forward in his chair, abandoning the pages on the table, but Slade was too intrigued in the live action now to worry much about the written stuff.
    His face close to Jenna’s, Mustang kept his voice so low Slade had to lean in to hear what he said to her. “You want to know what turns a woman on, Miss Block? What’s the quickest way for a man to get her hot and wet in the panties?”
    Jenna narrowed her eyes, but not before Slade noticed her look the tiniest bit shocked at the panty comment. “Do tell, since you’re such an expert.”
    “It’s this.” Mustang reached out and lightly tapped her forehead. “A woman’s erogenous zone is right there,