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She parted her lips to say so that would sain, herher throat until she could barely breathe

Nash’s head cocked, brows drawing together tight “Now that’s a look I’ve never seen on your face” She shut her eyes, trying to get herself together For weeks, she’d been an e at coo, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d cried Now, she wept for no reason at all

“Megan,” Nash said softly, dragging his knuckles across her cheek “Talk to me”

Oh, how she wanted to step closer To slide into his strong, wared to choke out, stepping away “Not here Not now”

“You can’t keep ignoring me,” he called after her “We need to talk”

She sed against the surge of wild eh her His use of her full naet the e, and the band behind her wrapped up their song

Every night froaan had na in the younger crowd instead of all the locals who drank at the Spurs when Gerald Kinky owned the bar Theidea had worked, and Kinky Spurs had never been an wasreal money now, and even had the e crowd liked being roped by a real cowboy, especially by sorown River Rock cowboys

She cleared her er in the Kinky Spurs band, she turned on the et to why you’re all here Can I get three cowboys to join e for Rope ’Em Up?”

The croild as two locals, Beckett and Hayes, both cowboys orked at the Blackshaw Cattle Ranch, jue Before she could even take in as happening, Nash joined them and plucked the microphone out of her hand “Don’t y’all wanna see an here?” he asked the crowd

Thunderous applause followed Especially froh so them Of course they would In River Rock, Nash was a local celebrity Not only was the Blackshaw family well known for their meat shop only blocks away from the Spurs, their cattle faruest ranch, but Nash was a professional bull-riding champion

She snatched theon a smile for the crowd “I hate you,” she said to Nash

“No, you don’t, Freckles” He waved out at the croning theaze to her “And that’s the problem, isn’t it?”

Damn Nash and his confidence She slowly narrowed her eyes as her response, then gestured at the newest Kinky Spurs bartender, Bethany, standing behind the bar She was a young, pretty blonde, andup on her

When Bethany joined her on the stage, accepting the an turned to Nash and pro to lose”

“We’ll see about that” There was that daain