Re-Ride At The Rodeo [Wayback Texas Series]

A few people scurried by, Coke and popcorn spilling from their hands. Dusty wiped the perspiration from her face and stole a look at her reflection in the shiny metal of the fountain.

She hated wearing her hair up. It was long and, when clipped on top of her head, it was heavy. She squinted at her blurry image and readjusted the loosened clip.

"Personally, I'd take it down." The unfamiliar voice was rich and husky, its deep timbre sending a little shimmer through her.

Taking time to get the clip right, she turned around. A tall, lean cowboy with slate-blue eyes was giving her the once-over. His lips curved into an unexpected smile. The sexiest she'd seen in awhile. A long while.

Staring into those clear blue orbs framed by dark lashes too thick to be wasted on a man, threw her a little off-kilter, like her knees would give out any second. Years of being a waitress had taught her how to school her features into an expressionless stare, even as his gaze traveled from her face to her waist and back up again. He lingered at her small chest for an extra split second. About all the attention most men thought it was worth.

"How many?" she asked in her most business-like voice. No way would she let him see he'd had any effect on her. That handsome boyish face, shaded by a black Stetson, no doubt had left countless broken hearts along the way and was used to unbalancing women. He wouldn't get any satisfaction from her.

"How many times have I taken down a woman's hair?" That smile became lopsided. Those eyes sparkled. And her heart skipped a beat.