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didn’t even realize the music had stopped until someone jostled them. Then she heard the sultry voice with the Texas drawl and all her senses went on alert.
    “Well, hi, Wyatt. I haven’t seen you out two-steppin’ for a while.”
    Wyatt’s hands tightened on her and Emily looked at the woman trying to glue herself to Wyatt’s body. Tall, with a head full of dark, bouncing curls, dark eyes, and breasts that stuck out all the way back to West Texas. She’d managed to tug one of Wyatt’s arms from around Emily and now had her own linked through it in obviously possessive gesture.
    “Hello, Diana.” He extricated his arm from her grasp and tried to move away, but the dance floor was too packed to allow room to maneuver.
    Her eyes narrowed and her gaze raked Emily from head to toe. “And who’s this little toy you’re shuffling around? Not your usual speed, cowboy.”
    Wyatt’s grip on Emily tightened. “Emily, meet Diana Landry. My neighbor.”
    Her full lips cracked in a wide smile. “Oh, honey, we’re so much more than that.”
    She winked at Emily. “Much more. Wyatt and I are…very good friends.” She switched her gaze to him. “I’m home for the next couple of weeks, hot stuff, if you want to pay a neighborly visit.”
    Emily was stunned that the woman would be so blatantly predatory when it was obvious Wyatt was with someone else. She wondered if it would be possible for her to shrink down to miniature size and jump into Wyatt’s pocket. No doubt about it. That 61

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    was the only word for this woman—predatory. But she had to admit to herself that Diana Landry looked to be much more Wyatt’s style than she was.
    The man standing with Diana stared at all of them impassively. “Come on, Diana.
    Let’s get another drink.”
    “Oh, but I—”
    “Good idea. I think we’ll do the same.” The juke box had cranked over to another tune and as everyone began what passed for dancing, Wyatt grabbed Emily’s hand and tugged her through the crowd, back to the end of the bar. He signaled Roxie to bring them two more beers.
    Emily picked up the bottle and took a long swallow. When she set it back down she was irritated to see her hands were shaking. She’d dealt with a lot of women like Diana Landry in Las Vegas, but she’d always been the one in control. Here she was completely out of her element. She wanted to tell him she’d changed her mind about everything but this wasn’t the place to discuss it. Right now she just wanted to leave.
    Wyatt cupped her chin and pulled her face close enough to hear what he was saying. “You’re thinking so hard I can almost hear it, even over this crowd. Ignore Diana. She isn’t worth wasting one minute of your time. We’re neighbors, no more.
    Right now I’m sorry we’re even that.”
    Emily shook her head. “You don’t owe me any explanations.” Then she stopped talking. She’d have to shout to say more and she didn’t want anyone around them to know their business. “I appreciate your efforts to entertain me tonight, but maybe it would be better if we just left.”
    Wyatt set his beer bottle down carefully on the bar and took Emily’s hand. But instead of heading for the door he led her right back onto the dance floor, positioning them so they were far enough away from Diana and her date not to bump into them but close enough to be seen. He proceeded to wrap his arms around her, holding her tight to his body, every inch of them touching.
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    Butterflies were doing the tango in her stomach but the muscles in her pussy were fluttering, her panties were wet and her breasts ached with a painful need. Close contact with this man made her brain take flight and her body scream for more. Oh, this was so not good.
    She tilted her head back as much as she could and looked up at him, “Wyatt, I think—”
    He put his mouth right on her ear. “That’s your problem, sugar. You think too much.”
    She would have said more