Lone Wyatt picked up his saddle from the hot sidewalk and hoisted it over his shoulder. With a nod of thanks to the driver of the pickup he’d hitched a ride with since Tulsa, he glanced up and down the dusty excuse for a main street. Without any particular direction in mind, he stepped out, glancing inside shops with CLOSED signs suction-cupped to windows. It looked like the little Oklahoma town had rolled up the carpet. Everything was closed.

With his sorry luck, he’d be sleeping on a bench this night.

Not that he was particularly worried about his predicament. He had a roll of bills in his pocket. A small bottle of JD was tucked into the bedroll strung to his saddle. He’d mailed his suitcase to his home in Colorado, and a buddy had trucked his horse back to the ranch, so he was footloose and fancy-free. No more bulls to ride. No one looking for him to do a damn thing.

Yes-sirree. Lonny Wyatt might have quit the rodeo in his prime with his back still strong and his bones intact, but he had prospects.

Too bad they were all back in Colorado.

After flying in for his brother’s wedding two months ago, he’d given True full authority to manage the family ranch as he saw fit. Somehow, it had felt like the right thing to do. True would continue to send him a portion of the profits, but Lonny didn’t have to face another numbingly cold winter in the high mountain meadows.

Besides, True had hired permanent hands so he could spend more time with his pretty new wife, and Lonny knew True still had some issues to work through there. The fact Lonny had been there, sharing the warmth of Honey’s bed for one hot night of “hands-on” research for the sexy romance author, still stuck in his brother’s craw—even though True had done the inviting.

Not that True had ever said a thing. In fact, he’d asked Lonny to come home. Left the door open if ever he wanted to return. However, Lonny wasn’t ready to settle down and be a rancher.

He’d done all right on the circuit this year. Rode a few nasty bulls into the dirt. But the thrill was gone. Buckle bunnies had lost their luster. Many of his old friends had retired and married.

Truth was, Lonny was at a loss to figure out what he wanted to do next. Watching True and Honey share their first kiss as husband and wife had caused a funny pang of envy to tighten his chest. They’d both looked so happy. His brother’s smile when he’d lifted his head and turned to face the guests had been radiant.

Not an expression Lonny had ever seen on his brother’s face before. But then, True had reason to be happy. Honey was a helluva woman—warm, giving, and completely in love with him.

And that was the real reason Lonny had left. He didn’t want to be an impediment. Didn’t want to remind them both he’d had the first kiss. That he’d tasted Honey Cahill and fallen just a little in love with her himself before he’d taken a step back and let his brother have her.

True needed her more.

Lonny took a deep breath and placed one booted foot in front of the other. Somewhere out there was his future. He just had to find it.

Charli Kudrow held the handwritten flyer against the corkboard and picked the tack from between her teeth. She stuck it into the white piece of paper with the tear-off telephone numbers, which stated in plain English the kind of man she sought.

Hardworking, honest, cowboy willing to accept a modest wage in exchange for room and board.

Fact was, she couldn’t afford much, but she hoped like hell some down-and-out cowboy would take her up on the offer. She and Drew were running on fumes. They needed help, and soon.

“Someone’s hiring. Things are lookin’ up,” Jake the bartender said as she settled onto a stool.

She sighed. “Money’s stretched thin, but we need help roundin’ up cattle. Have to move ’em closer to feed ’em. Pastures are burned to a crisp.”

The long drought had just about turned her ranch into a dust bowl, but somehow, she and Drew had held on. There was money for another hand. Someone permanent, rather than the temporary hands they hired during roundups and branding.

A song started up on the jukebox, too loud to continue the conversation. Charli gestured to indicate she needed a beer. From the corner of her eye, she saw a cowboy enter the saloon, a saddle balanced on his shoulder. His dark hair was a little long, his hat dusty. But beneath the brim, his jaw was strong and square, his mouth full and sensual.

A bottle tapped the counter in front of her, and she glanced back at Jake, who arched a brow. He was Drew’s friend and didn’t approve of her scoping out a stranger. Charli grinned and shrugged. What was the harm in admiring a handsome man? It wasn’t like she and Drew were married. Drew was her foreman, and they’d hooked up only once. They’d never made any promises. Too bad everyone else branded them a couple.

Since they were already seen as an item by the rest of the town, she wondered why Drew had never pushed for something more. He’d been her husband’s best friend. Maybe he felt guilty that he’d crawled into Daniel’s bed.

Again, the stranger drew her attention. He strode closer then halted in front of the corkboard. His gaze swept the business cards and pictures of lost pets. His hand reached for the ad she’d posted, flicked the tear-off numbers, but dropped.

She let go of the breath she’d been holding. Was she relieved when he moved along, taking a seat farther down the bar, or was she disappointed? She didn’t need that kind of trouble. She had enough worries on her plate—like how much the hay she’d ordered trucked in from Arkansas would cut into her profits.

The song ended, and another, this one slower, started up. She took a sip of her beer then pressed the bottle to the side of her neck, enjoying the cool against her sweaty skin. The temperature had climbed to over a hundred for the thirty-second day in a row. The unending heat sapped her energy and made her yearn for rain. A gully-washer. She didn’t care if it rose to the roof so long as the heat wave broke.

“Care to dance?”

Her foot slipped off the barstool rung, and she jerked forward, her gaze flying to the handsome cowboy who’d somehow managed to slip in unnoticed beside her.

“I don’t dance,” she croaked then cleared her throat. A blush crept up across her cheeks at the way his green eyes narrowed as they swept her face.

She knew what he saw. A thin woman, a little older than he was. Sun and hard luck had carved a line or two into the brackets beside her mouth and the corners of her eyes. She hadn’t moisturized in ages, hadn’t worn makeup in even longer. What was the point? Her husband was dead, and she had a ranch to run.

“All you have to do is hold on. I’ll move you around the floor,” he said, his voice soft and seductive. A dimple dug a crease into one cheek as he smiled. It perfectly matched the notch in his chin.

Her tongue tickled as she thought about pushing the tip into that groove. She straightened on her seat. “If I said I wasn’t interested, would you move along to someone else?”

He shook his head then tilted up the brim of his hat. “Name’s Lone, but you can call me Lonny.”

Charli’s mouth twitched, but she couldn’t hide the glimmer of a smile his persistence evoked. “You ever have a woman say no?”

His sage eyes lit with humor. “Not once. You wouldn’t wanna mess up my perfect record, now would ya? It’s just a dance.”

She sighed and ignored Jake’s scowl. When Lonny extended his hand, she placed hers inside his and hoped he didn’t mind a callus or two.

His fingers closed tighter, and he tugged her off the stool. Standing beside him, she felt her heart flutter because he was tall and broader across the chest than she’d noticed. She liked feeling dwarfed by a man. Her day was definitely looking up.

Lonny led her between the round tables to the parquet dance floor, and then turned and pulled her into his embrace, his arms encircling her body.

She cocked her head and drew back, lifting a hand to indicate she expected something a little less invasive.

He didn’t argue. Instead, he flashed an easy grin and lifted his hand, waiting until she slid her palm across his. He placed his other hand lightly on her hip and shuffled her backward on the dance floor.

They made several turns before he leaned toward her. “You lied. You do too dance.”

Charli chuckled. “Not in a long time, cowboy.”

“Swear I wouldn’t have minded if you’d stepped on my toes. Would’ve given me an excuse to pull you closer. We could have swayed together.”

“You know any speed other than fast?”

“Life’s short.”

A pang of regret tightened her chest. Something of what she felt must have registered on her face, because he pulled her closer, not relenting until she laid her head against his shoulder. Now they did sway slowly together. And it was nice.

His cheek rubbed her hair. “This is nice. Didn’t I tell you?”

She snorted, surprised his words so closely matched her own thoughts. “You’re awfully pushy.”

“Can’t resist a pretty girl.”

“You’re not gettin’ into my pants with flattery.”

“Then what’ll it take?”

She should have been insulted, but her body softened the shock, melting ever so slightly closer to the hard-bodied cowboy. “I’m not easy.”

“Sounds like a challenge to me,” he murmured beside her ear. “You married?”

“No.” Not anymore. And she’d stopped wearing Daniel’s ring a year ago.

“Then there’s nothing in the way.”

She leaned away to glance up into his face. “What if I have a boyfriend?”

“Sweetheart, if you had a man in your life, one you wanted in your bed, you wouldn’t be here with me right now.”

Her gaze slid away. She ought to be feeling guilty. The glances she was getting from Jake were sternly disapproving.

But while it was true Drew was a part of her life, she’d never felt a spark of fire this hot. Hadn’t since she was a teenager and Daniel pulled her clothing from her body for the first time.

“See there?” he murmured. “You’re thinking about it now. What it would be like to lie down with me.”

“I’m not like that.”

He nodded, his grin widening. “I know. Makes it all the sweeter.”

She laughed and shook her head. Her face was on fire, and she’d never been so glad the lights were dim inside this bar. However, that heat was nothing compared to the slow simmer, melting honey between her legs.

When his thigh slipped between both of hers and his hand pressed against her hip to coax her into riding it, she didn’t resist. She dropped her head to hide her expression, and let him slide deeper between her legs, each step forward rubbing against her crotch, building friction. Her breath hitched at the sensation. Her hand tightened inside his.

His chest rose and fell a little more deeply, like he too felt that spark of attraction catch fire. They moved fluidly around the dance floor, their movements graceful, as though they’d done this before.

Her nipples pebbled, and she let her chest rest against his, enjoying the added sensations of all that hard muscle softly buffeting hers.

This wasn’t just a dance. It was a seduction, and her body warmed. Fluid drenched her panties, and she wished she had the courage to be shameless and let him lead her outside.

The song ended. She drew a deep breath and tugged her hand from his, forcing him to pull away. “Thanks for the dance,” she whispered.

“Pleasure was all mine, ma’am.”

Face burning, she turned on her heel and walked away, past the bar where Jake delivered a scowl, through the glass door, and into the baking heat outside. The sun had set, but the pavement hadn’t cooled.

Jake could put her beer on her tab. She didn’t need his bristling disapproval. Not right now, when her body was still pleasantly warm and languid.

She dug into her pocket for her truck keys and didn’t look back to see if the cowboy followed. She knew her place. It was back at the Lucky K. Not mooning over a younger man.

“Why are you in such a hurry? Did I scare you off?”

Her head whipped up, her gaze landing on the young cowboy.

He stood beside her truck, his gaze shadowed beneath his hat. “I’d like to buy you a drink. Get to know you.”

“I can’t stay,” she blurted. “I’ve got someplace to be.”

He nodded, and then sighed. “Do I make you nervous?”

She forced a laugh—and told a lie. “No. But I’m late.”

“Yeah. I can see that. Can I buy you a drink some other time?”

Why was he so insistent? “Look, it was just a dance. And it was nice.”

“Nice? Huh.” His lips twisted, then settled into a slight smile. “I made you nervous. Made you want something more than you were prepared to give. I apologize.”

“I’m not nervous. I’m not anything other than late.”

He stepped closer, and her heartbeat thudded. The parking lot was dark—not that she was frightened of him—but the closer he came, the more her body responded. She held up her hands. “What are you doing?”

“I think I’m gonna kiss you.” His gaze dropped to her mouth.

“Why?”

His shrug was casual, but the set of his chin wasn’t. “Why not? You want it. So do I.”

“I don’t want anything.”

“Sure about that?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Then why’d you just lick your lips?”

“Wha—” Good lord, she had.

“Just a kiss,” he said, close enough now she had to lift her chin to meet his gaze.

Damn, she’d forgotten how to breathe. “If I give you that kiss, will you let me go?”

“Negotiating with me now?” He tipped back his hat and a grin stretched slowly across his mouth. “What if you don’t want me to let you go when I’m done?”

Charli shook her head, a smile beginning to tug at the corners of her lips. She realized with a start she was flirting—something she hadn’t done in years. “Are you always this stubborn when a girl turns you down?” she asked, letting a teasing note seep into her breathless whisper.

“Have you? Turned me down, that is?” His hands rose and gripped the corners of her hips. He pressed her back against the cooling metal of her truck. When his head lowered, his hat blocked the light from the moon and distant lamppost, shuttering them in darkness.

His mouth was firm and soft, sweet and spicy. His tongue prodded the seam where her lips pressed together. She wanted to remain strong, but the thought of this handsome younger man and all that firm muscle pressed up against her made her yearn for things she had no business wanting.

She opened, moaning as his tongue swept inside her mouth. I can do this. Keep it light. Dammit, Charli, keep it light.

Her hand slid across the top of his shoulder; her fingers snuck beneath his hat to pull his hair. And just that quickly, the sweet, sexy tenor of the kiss changed.

Lonny groaned into her mouth.

Her thighs opened, and he slid his one of his between them, resuming the grinding pressure that had broken through her walls while they’d danced.

When his hand palmed her breast, she laughed against his mouth. She was as horny as a teenager, uncaring who saw them standing like this.

I should stop him now. I should. Oh God, I should…

His hand slid down her belly and slipped open her belt, unbuttoning her jeans, and then his fingers were gliding down the front of her panties. They cupped her mound.

Shocked, she grabbed his wrist to stop him and drew her head back. “That’s…far enough.”

He held still, his hand warming her sex. “Sorry, I pushed.” But he didn’t withdraw, just stood there, his breaths coming fast.

“Your hand…”

“Likes where it is.”

A snort of laughter broke the tension inside her. “Seems we’re at an impasse, cowboy.”

“Let me pleasure you.”

Her breath caught at the slight movement of one of his fingers as it delved into the top of her folds. Without consciously agreeing, she widened her thighs again, making room for him.

Her head fell back against warm metal. “Don’t think I’ll let you do more.”

“I’m not asking for anything in return. Just relax.”

With the stars blanketing the sky behind him, she relented, closing her mind to all her worries, to her embarrassment. His finger teased moisture from her folds and swirled atop her clit. The contrast between his calloused pad and soft, measured motions drew a sigh.

“You’re prettier than you know,” he whispered, leaning a shoulder against the truck to block the view of what he was doing should anyone exit the bar.

She had a hard time forming words to deny his claim. At this moment, she did indeed feel pretty, wholly feminine, as he plied her hardening knot with ever-firming caresses. “I’m older than you.”

“I noticed.”

“Not nice.”

“I don’t mind.”

“Because you don’t have to worry about me thinking there’s more to this?”

He nipped her nose and then her bottom lip. “I like a smart woman, one with experience. I’m not always the smartest guy.”

“You want some woman to take care of you?”

“Same as I’d take care of her. Aren’t I takin’ care of you now?”

She smiled, but his finger pressed hard. Her lips puckered around a sharper breath.

“That too much?”

She shook her head. “More,” she whispered.

A hand cupped one breast, massaging it, soothing her as her hips began to move, deepening his intimate caress. Quivers worked their way up her thighs to her belly, and she gasped and turned her face away. It was one thing to allow a stranger to finger her, quite another for him to watch the vulnerability creep across her face as she came.

“Gettin’ close?” he rasped, nearer now.

“Let’s not talk.”

“You don’t have to say or do a thing. My gift. I’m pretty good at pleasuring a woman. Like using more than a finger though. If we had a bed, I’d spread you out, use my tongue, my teeth. There wouldn’t be a part of you I wouldn’t tease.”

“Jesus, stop talkin’.” Too late. The images were branded in her mind. Her naked, his brawny body bent over her sex.

One last, swirling scrape and she jerked, a tiny whimper leaking between her bitten lips. He held her up when her knees weakened, leaned her head against his chest, and slowly withdrew his hand.

When he cupped her chin and raised her face, she didn’t try to argue with him again. They kissed—a carnal mating which left them both dragging air into starved lungs as he straightened. He waited while she set her clothing to rights then opened the door of her truck and handed her up into the cab. “Sure you’re okay to drive?”

Dazed, she nodded. “I’m fine.” She felt like she should say something else, but thanks didn’t feel appropriate.

He didn’t seem to need an acknowledgement of his gift, tipping the brim of his hat and turning away—but not before she saw his grin.

He looked very pleased with himself, but not quite smug.

Her own lips were softly curved as she pulled away from the parking lot and onto the lonely highway.