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talk.” She checked her wristwatch. “Let’s set a time.”

      He got the other woman’s attention again, and smiling, she leaned a hip against a sleek silver convertible. Tanner hoped the car belonged to her. He wouldn’t mind a ride in that honey. She pushed off and straightened when he reached her, the tip of her tongue slipping out to moisten her glossy pink lips. Man, she was tall. At a good six feet, he didn’t beat her by much.

      “You waiting for anyone in particular, darlin’?” He smiled, removed his hat and finger-combed his hair.

      “Mr. Tanner.”

      Red blinked, then frowned down at the shorter woman still nipping at his heels.

      “What?” he growled. Hell, he thought he’d lost her.

      “I’m trying to arrange a time for us to talk.”

      “Lady, I don’t even know who you are. And you gotta stop calling me Mr. Tanner.” His father was still a fixture around the tour, and Tanner had the misfortune of running into him on occasion.

      “Then I presume you go by Will?”

      “No. Tanner. Just Tanner.”

      The redhead let out a soft, delicate snort, and they both looked at her. Her lips started to form a pout. Much as he wasn’t fond of pouters, she had a fetching mouth.

      He smiled, moved a little closer. “Would you excuse me for ten seconds, darlin’? I promise, just ten.”

      “All right,” she drawled, sighing, and getting him excited when she leaned into him, her warm, sweet breath drifting along the side of his neck. “I’m Kimberly.”

      “That’s a pretty name.” He fixed his gaze on the tiny dimple at the corner of her mouth.

      “Hey.” The brunette pest touched his arm. “How about six?”

      Dammit, she was like an irritating gnat you couldn’t get rid of. And she was crazy. “Tonight?”

      “Yes.” She removed her dark glasses and squinted at her fancy gold watch. “That’s in two hours. Plenty of time to...” Her voice trailed off as she abruptly brought her chin up and turned to stare at Kimberly. “That line worked? You just met him and you’re going to— Look, I’m not judging. I’m curious.” Just as abruptly, she turned back to him, tilting her head and looking him up and down as if he were on the auction block. “Hmm, maybe this will work, after all.”

      “I’m sorry,” he said to Kimberly. The blush staining her cheeks worried him. So did the way she jerked back when he touched her wrist. “I don’t know this whack job. We’ll ignore her and—”

      Kimberly inhaled sharply. “Maybe another time.” She backed away, rounding the rear of the convertible and hurrying toward the arena gate.

      “Nice.” Disgusted, Tanner stuck the Stetson back on his head as he watched the redhead of his dreams make tracks. “Thanks. Good job.” He turned to the brunette, hoping she’d embarrassed herself.

      She was checking out his ass. “Clean you up a bit and this could work,” she murmured, then lifted her gaze and stared at him with eyes as clear and blue as the summer sky. “What?” she asked. “Her?” She cocked her head in the direction of the arena. “Oh, please, you can get laid anytime.”

      He snorted. “From your lips to God’s ears.” He watched her dig inside a purse big enough to be a briefcase, then pull out a folder. “Who did you say you were?”

      “Alexis Worthington.”

      “Am I supposed to know you?”

      “No, but you should be familiar with the company for which I work.”

      For which I work. She was one of those. “And which company would that be?” This woman wasn’t from one of his sponsors. He only had two left and he knew their reps. He glanced down at her dusty conservative shoes, then swung a longing look after the redhead. But she’d already disappeared.

      “The Worthington Group,” she said as if it was supposed to mean something.

      “Yeah...so?”

      “That doesn’t ring a bell?”

      “Look, lady—” A pair of lanky kids ran up for autographs, stopping him from telling her to get to the point or get lost. He smiled, scrawled his name, jokingly asked them if they were bull riders. The question tickled them, like he knew it would, but mostly he wanted to drag out the conversation and annoy the proper and impatient Ms. Worthington.

      “Is there someplace private we can talk?” she asked the second the kids ran off.

      He spread his arms. “What’s wrong with my office?”

      “Funny.” She didn’t even crack a smile, only glanced around the parking lot. “I have a rental car. We can sit in there and not be interrupted.”

      “You still haven’t told me what this is about. Hey, wait a minute— I know who you are. You guys make that crunchy green alien cereal, right?”

      “Not exactly our claim to fame, but yes, one of our divisions is responsible for the Out of This World brand.” She wrinkled her nose, and he hated to admit it, but she was kind of cute. “You’ll recognize the name of a former subsidiary. Sundowner Leather Accessories.”

      “Oh, yeah, sure...they used to be one of my sponsors.”

      “Technically, they still are.”

      “I thought they went belly up.”

      “No. We chose to discontinue the line.”

      “Same thing.” He shrugged. “Just a more polite way of saying someone screwed up.”

      She blinked, then continued to stare at him. “Where did you get your business degree, the local drugstore?”

      “No kidding...you can get ’em there?” He grinned at her exasperated sigh.

      Then he noticed two sweet young things standing off to the side, waiting, the taller one wearing a come-hither smile that eliminated the guesswork. Oh, yeah, maybe the night wouldn’t end up a loss. But only if he could get rid of Mary Poppins here.

      “Tell you what...” He brought his attention back to the Worthington woman, again caught off guard by the color of her eyes. “Is it Alex?”

      “Alexis or Lexy. Either is fine.”

      “Okay, Lexy, how about I call you in a couple hours and we’ll set something up?”

      “Right,” she drawled, glancing at the women. “Yeah, I’m not buying it.”

      “I’m offended.” Rearing back, he gave her his best wounded expression. “You have my word.”

      She let out a surprisingly unladylike snort. “Still not buying it.”

      “Ma’am, a cowboy gives you his word, you can take it to the bank.”

      She laughed. “You’re funny,” she said, sizing him up again, then gesturing toward the women. “Go ahead. I’d like to see you in action.”

      Tanner stared at her. “You wanna what?”

      “Come on, turn on the charm, give me a ten in the sex-appeal department.” She slipped her sunglasses back on and shooed him with her other hand.

      “Are you nuts?” He shook his head, not sure what he’d do if she didn’t leave on her own. “That’s rhetorical, by the way, because, lady, you are certifiable.”

      She smiled, her eyes now hidden behind the dark lenses. “Your fan club is starting to look bored. Better hurry.”

      The rodeo had ended and people were pouring out of the arena and into the parking lot. His window of opportunity was shrinking. Though in truth, he’d lost heart for chatting

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