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Salass into the bucket

“Shit happens, ot it” With a few flicks of the bartender's broolass disappeared into the bucket

An ear-splitting whistle blared “Josie!” Chris waved at Josie, who had just exited the dance floor

Her face flushed, she whispered soh the crowd to theht jeans, Sam had no idea

His gaze roved higher to the black Western-style shirt unbuttoned to the third button, and his fingers itched to test the strength of that third button, an impulse he stuffed down Josie was the enemy No matter what she'd told hi out on him Treasure hunters had been after Rebecca's Bounty for years He wouldn't help—not even if the hunter in this case was ent and sexy than the others

“Hey there” She stuck out her hand to Chris “I don't think we've been formally introduced, I'm Josie Winarsky”

“Chris Layton” Heher knuckles, whichin Dry Creek?”

She nibbled on her full lower lip and dropped her gaze to the floor “I'm at the Rose O'Neill Dry Creek Artist Colony”

“Very cool, so what kind of artist are you?”

Angry at his own loss of self-control, Sam lashed out “Con artist”

Josie's head jerked up but before she could respond, Chris—ever the peacenore hi around such a beautiful woman I, however, am the fun Layton brother”

His brother flirted like that with every woman he met Sam never cared before, but this time the move irritated him Unable to keep his hands to himself, he flicked the back brihed that set there were other people in the world

“I figured you tere brothers So, if you're Mr Excitement, what does that make

him?” She nodded her head toward Sam

“The closet freak” Chris draped his arm around Josie's shoulder and sent Sam a slick s