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Ava rose from the table Even with the two inches his dress boots added to his height, Ava towered over hihtly and put her mouth by his ear “Fess up, cowboy You orried one of us had been recognized”

Her hot breath sent a tingle straight to his dick Resisting te a kiss at the base of her neck, he sidestepped her “See ya over there”

Chase secured a high-topped table in the middle of the roo he’d noticed over the years; patrons in sled with the younger set No one was trying to act hip, cool or aloof Or wear trendy clothes, although single ladies had done theht on the town

He purposely sought out places like this, as a reminder real cowboy country existed Where srity were as prized as a college degree Where boots, jeans and hats orn for both everyday and for cheap beer because hbor would ot home safely if you imbibed a little too much

Would Ava see that? Understand it? Find it quaint? Or rural?

Ava slid next to him with a husky, “Hi”

“Hey What would you like to drink?”

“I don’t know I’ll wander up to the bar and see what they’ve got”

He lifted a brow “You sure you’re goin’ to the bar to look for a…drink?”

“Yes But it wouldn’t hurt to check out ht”

“So you’ve been screeningout other guys in a joint like this will get your ass thrown outta here faster than you can say ‘Brokeback’, trust h So sweetly melodic and yet completely unaffected

The cocktail waitress stopped and Ava conferred with her in low tones before she ordered

“What’d you decide on?”

A secretive smile bloouy in the red plaid shirt? To your left? What do you think of hiaze wander, acting like he was playing along with the find-Ava-a-fuck-buddy game, when in all likelihood, he’d fk up any ht blue shirt?”

“E He’s got a ZZ Top beard And I think there’s food in it”

“You don’t like beards?”

“Only on Abrahah and the aforementioned little ’ol band frorowin’,” he said a little shortly

She reached over and tenderly stroked the bristly hair “I didn’t say that I like it Your lips are perfectly framed and look so kissable I wondered if it’d be soft or scratchy”

Chase didn’t ers repeatedly smoothed over his face, his whole face, not just the part with excess hair

“I can’t believe how much it’s filled in God How many times a day do you have to shave?”

“When I’m on tour? Usually twice Can’t stand how razor stubble feels on my face”

“I’d like to feel your razor stubble on my face,” she murmured

Maybe she hadn’t meant to say that out loud

Or maybe she had