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in her head. You write about touching this or kissing that, but foreplay starts in a woman’s brain. If a man can get in there, then all the rest is just a formality. Write about that, what’s inside, and don’t worry so much about who’s putting what where.”
    Mustang let his finger trail slowly down the side of her face and across her lips before he broke contact and sat back in his chair again. Slade saw Jenna lean in and follow Mustang, like a compass arrow drawn to true north, before she cleared her throat and straightened up in her chair.
    The man was a master at reeling them in, and for the first time since they’d been hanging out together, Slade felt a little bit jealous. Even though he knew he’d always be invited in on the action, this time, with this woman, Slade wished he’d been the one manning the fishing line instead of Mustang.
    Slade watched Jenna’s throat work as she swallowed before saying, “It’s late. I better call a cab.”
    Mustang shook his head, capturing and holding her gaze. “It’s not that late, darlin’.”
    Jenna shook her head nervously. “I have a conference back at the hotel that starts at nine in the morning.”
    Mustang leaned in close again. “Slade and I can drive you back to your hotel in plenty of time for your conference in the morning. I promise.”
    She shook her head. “I can’t.”
    Mustang’s face lit with a grin. “But you want to.”
    It sounded more like a statement of fact than a question to Slade. It sure as hell looked like Jenna wanted to.
    She swallowed hard again and without admitting anything, Jenna repeated. “I can’t.”
    Mustang’s hand covered hers. “Give me one reason why not?”
    Somehow the discussion had gone from book research to the subject of the three of them getting into bed or not in a blink of an eye. Slade hadn’t even noticed it happening, but something had. Somehow Jenna and Mustang were now negotiating sex. How the hell had that happened?
    Jenna took a deep breath. “I’m not going to spend the night with the two of you because I’m not one of your bimbo rodeo—excuse me— bull riding groupies.”
    “The groupies generally don’t ride the bulls, and they’re known as Buckle Bunnies. Might want to write that down for the book.” Mustang tapped the table near her pad while grinning at his own lame joke, before becoming serious again. “I knew you weren’t a bimbo the moment I saw you in the stands in your little black sweater, taking notes during a bull ride.”
    “You noticed me?”
    “Oh, yeah. Slade nearly got bucked off in the chute because I was trying to point you out to him while he was taking his wrap.”
    Telling the truth to get a girl into bed, that was a new strategy for Mustang, and to Slade’s amazement it appeared to be working.
    Jenna looked to Slade and he had to laugh as he confirmed the accuracy of Mustang’s statement. “It’s true.”
    While she was digesting that, Mustang stood. “Get your stuff together, darlin’. Slade will get the bill and settle up here and then we’ll drive you back to your hotel.”
    “No. I said I’d pay. And I can take a cab.” Jenna reached into her huge bag, searching for something, most likely her wallet.
    “No. Ladies don’t pay. Besides, Slade’s ranked third in the world. He can afford to buy us one five-dollar pitcher of beer. And there’s no way I’m putting you in a cab alone this late when Slade has a perfectly good car sitting next door in the lot that he never gets to drive because it’s always being towed behind my trailer when we travel together.”
    Jenna glanced at Slade, then went back to studying Mustang for a bit before she finally nodded. “Okay, I’d appreciate a ride to the hotel. Thank you.”
    Mustang grinned at Slade. “Come on. I’ll come up to the bar with you so you can pay the check.”
    “Yeah, thanks,” Slade mumbled, not that he cared about paying for the pitcher. What bothered him was that Mustang had not only