Free Secret Pressure (Rhinestone Cowgirls Book 4) by Rhonda Lee Carver Page A

dinner with Jobe, and that he would be sitting across from her giving her a lady-killer smile and smoldering stare that made her core throb with desire.  She skimmed her gaze to where his shirt was rolled up on his muscular biceps. There was no forgetting how those strong arms had held her. His shoulders were broad and wide enough to carry the world. He was a real cowboy.
    She’d found out that she had a lot in common with Jobe. They both loved their families and their home. They enjoyed sappy movies and pizza Fridays. They were different in ways too, enough to make things interesting. Ruby was high-spirited, while Jobe was easy going. She worked hard to appear strong and he had enough strength to make the bravest man cower.
    The wine left her tongue unrestrained and the mood between them changed. “I’ve thought about you often.”
    He arched an eyebrow. “That makes two of us.”
    “You’re marrying material, Jobe Walters. I find it hard to believe some lucky woman hasn’t caught you.”
    “Thank you, sweetheart. The same could be said for you.”
    “Most men don’t want a package deal.” Once the words were out, she realized what she’d said. Shit!
    “A package deal?”
    “Yes…” She moistened her lips. “My career, I spend a lot of time at the computer, creating a fantasy world.”
    He leaned forward, his gaze dazzling against the backdrop of his olive complexion. She could imagine, just for the time being, that she was the only woman in the world. No one had ever made her feel that special. “You just haven’t found a man who could handle you and your accomplishments.”
    “My life has become quite boring.” She had changed so much when she became a mother. She guessed he hadn’t changed a bit. He was still a charmer and could make up to any stranger.
    “You boring? No way. I don’t believe that for a second.”
    She laughed, pressing her palms together. “I haven’t been out on one date since you.” He was so easy to talk to.
    He blinked. “How the hell does that happen?”
    “Like I said, I’m busy.”
    He then reached across the table, laying his hand over hers, his thumb caressing her knuckles. Her head spun and butterflies fluttered inside of her stomach. “Then you deserved this date more than either of us could have imagined.”
    “I’m starting to realize just how true those words are.”
    Jobe smiled kindly and her pulse skipped a beat. “Glad I could be of service.”
    The words warmed her heart. Maybe the wine had contributed, but Jobe had always been capable of warming her inside out. The combination of candlelight, alcohol and sitting across from the sexiest man she’d ever laid eyes on made her deliciously fuzzy.
    He appeared unfazed by the scotch. A man his size would need half a bottle to get drunk.
    “Would you like to dance?”
    Her breath caught. To think of being in his arms, body against body, inhaling his sweet and spicy smell, sent shivers racing through her body. It was dangerous and would bring her to her knees, yet she couldn’t form the word no.
    “Is that a yes?” He pushed his chair back.
    “Okay.”
    He came around the table, holding out his hand, palm up. She stared at his long, square fingers. “Don’t be worried. I won’t bite. At least not at first.”
    Her throat tightened. The man always knew how to send her heart into her shoes and her knees to mush. Tingles spread into her limbs, a pool of need in the apex of her thighs. At least her sex parts still worked.  Unfortunately, no one else had the magical touch. No other man could make her feel as if the floor was slipping out from underneath her.
    They held hands as they moved toward the dance floor, the soft music drawing them closer. He led her around other couples until they stopped on the far side of the floor where the dim lighting barely reached. She walked into his inviting embrace and he wrapped his strong arms around her waist, tugging her against his iron hard chest. She stared at