Wanted!. Vicki Thompson Lewis

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      This authentic cowboy would be a perfect way to discover if she still had what it took to be spontaneous. But not too spontaneous. She wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize the portrait photography business she’d built in Indianapolis. Much as she hated to admit it, Herman had helped her become financially stable for the first time in her life, and having money in the bank felt good.

      But she had another sort of good feeling in mind today, one that came from flirting with a hunky guy. Her newfound cowboy was already making her laugh with his muscle flexing routine. “Nice pose,” she called out. “Care to show me the flip side?”

      He turned, displaying buns to die for and back muscles like she hadn’t seen in … well, in two years. Herman wasn’t much for working out. She took a couple of shots, but she was here for more than the photography. A camera functioned as an excellent icebreaker.

      Talk about overkill. Her shirtless cowboy was taking care of melting any ice that might be in the vicinity. When she looked at him, she was surprised there was still snow on the mountains.

      She couldn’t believe she’d happened upon such a great specimen of rugged Western male on her first day. This guy was the anti-Herman. And that was really what she’d come here to find. After being a good girl for two years, which had gotten her … well … dumped, she longed to be a little bit wicked.

      “Got what you needed?” he asked over his shoulder.

      Not quite, but Rome wasn’t built in a day. “Sure. Thanks.”

      He turned around. “I should be thanking you. You gave me a break from digging postholes.”

      “Glad to be of service.” She unscrewed her lens from the camera and stowed everything carefully in her backpack before walking forward. “I’m here on vacation.”

      “No, really?”

      She laughed. “I know. Hard to believe. I’m sure I look very Jackson Hole to you.”

      “Depends.” His gaze lingered as he surveyed her outfit. “We get Hollywood types up here.”

      Being mistaken for a Hollywood type gave her a needed boost. Being ogled did, too. When she’d thought herself in love with Herman, she’d considered him frugal. Now she saw him as stingy, both with his money and his compliments.

      This cowboy didn’t seem like the stingy type. She loved the way he talked, slowly and deliberately, which she guessed came from living in the wide-open spaces. His eyes, she discovered on closer inspection, were green.

      “I’m not from Hollywood,” she said. “I’m from … actually, never mind where I’m from. It doesn’t matter. I’m on vacation from that place. No need to mention it.”

      “Where’re you staying?”

      She considered that a promising question, as if he might like to know how accessible she’d be while she was in the area. “Here.”

      “Ah. Overflow from the Bunk and Grub, I’ll bet.”

      “That’s right. Somebody ended up staying an extra week so Pam sent me down here.”

      “Happens all the time. I hope you’re not too disappointed to find yourself on a ranch instead of a cozy B and B.”

      “Not at all. It’s magnificent.” And so are you. It was okay for him to ogle her, but she felt uncool ogling him. Yet she couldn’t help it. His bare chest was a sight to behold—dusted with reddish-brown hair, muscled, and gleaming with sweat.

      He nudged his hat back with his thumb. “Bet they put you in Roni’s room.”

      “I’m not sure. Is she a NASCAR fan? There’s lots of NASCAR stuff in there.”

      “She’s a mechanic for one of the teams, only comes home for holidays.”

      Dominique hoped Roni wasn’t his girlfriend. She hoped nobody was his girlfriend. “I’m glad her room is available.” Are you? She peeked at his left hand, but lack of a ring meant little these days.

      “First time in Wyoming?”

      “Yes. I wanted to see something different.”

      “You mean like mountains and moose?” His green eyes sparkled with laughter.

      “I suppose you think it’s funny that I wanted to take your picture.” She was close enough to catch his musky scent. She used to love sweaty sex. Herman had been an efficient lover, a competent lover, but he preferred air-conditioned bedrooms, so there hadn’t been much sweat involved.

      “Actually, I’m flattered. It’s not often some good-looking woman points a camera at me for no good reason.”

      “I had a reason.” She hadn’t meant that to sound quite so husky and seductive. She cleared her throat. “What I meant was—”

      “No, no, don’t backtrack on me. I liked the implication of the first answer.”

      “Which was?”

      “That you think I’m hot.”

      “Maybe.” She found his swagger incredibly sexy.

      His smile revealed even white teeth. “For the record, I think you’re hot, too.”

      Now that was good to hear. With such white teeth, he must not chew tobacco. She’d thought about that as she’d fantasized a close encounter with a cowboy. A chaw of tobacco didn’t figure into her fantasy. Eeuuww.

      He stepped toward her, the first move he’d made in her direction. “So what are we going to do about our mutual hotness?”

      Her breath caught. She’d started this interchange, but he’d just taken charge and issued a challenge. He probably expected her to turn tail and run.

      She hadn’t come all the way to Wyoming to run away at the first sign of adventure. She was bound and determined to rediscover her impulsive side. Her heart pounding, she stood her ground. “I’m not sure. Any suggestions?”

      He hooked his thumbs in the belt loops of his jeans so that his hands framed his crotch. “I can think of a way to handle it.”

      She could tell he still expected her to back down. Well, he was in for a surprise. Trying not to hyperventilate, she gazed into his green eyes. “So can I.”

      He stared at her. “You’re not playing games, are you?”

      “No.” She swallowed and tried to breathe normally. “Are you?”

      “I was a minute ago, but … damn, lady. Are you suggesting what I think you are?”

      Adrenaline poured through her system. “Look, the last month has been hell. My steady boyfriend dumped me when his boss’s daughter proposed. I scheduled this vacation to get away, to be in a completely different environment, and I …” The adrenaline began to fade, leaving her shaky. “The thing is, we don’t have cowboys in Indianapolis.”

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