Free Texas Outlaws: Billy by Kimberly Raye Page A

temptation day in and day out for God knew how long. It was two weeks, and that was only if he made it to the finals. Fourteen days at the most.
    She could keep her head on straight and her heart intact for two weeks, DNA be damned.
    Sure, her mother had a weakness for cowboys, but she’d been stuck in Sugar Creek, surrounded by them. There’d been no way out for her mother, who’d worked a minimum-wage job all her life and so, of course, she’d fallen victim to Sabrina’s father’s charms.
    His lies.
    His conniving ways.
    But Sabrina had a clear-cut exit plan with Billy. That, and she had obviously yet to make up for the past months of deprivation since her last relationship. It was the long, endless dry spell making her so hot for Billy Chisholm. She had no doubt. Once she made up for that deprivation, the attraction would fade and she would stop forgetting that he was the very type of man she didn’t want. A little sex in this case would definitely do her good.
    And a lot of sex would be even better.
    “No strings attached, right? You’re not going to expect me to make pancakes or hold your hand at the Dairy Freeze or iron your shirts?”
    “I’m in training. That means lots of protein for breakfast and no ice cream. And I get all my shirts dry-cleaned.” His gaze met and held hers. “We spend the nights together. That’s it.”
    “And then you go your way and I go mine?”
    “That’s the plan.”
    “All right, then.” Her gaze locked with his and her heartbeat kicked up a notch. “I’m in.”

9
    “E VERYONE , I’ D LIKE to welcome a special guest to the Lost Gun Senior Center. This is Sabrina Collins. She’s in town for the rodeo festivities,” said the petite blonde who read the pitch Sabrina had handed her when Sabrina had walked into the sprawling brick building and asked to pass out some free T-shirts and mugs to the residents. “Miss Collins is here all the way from Los Angeles, California. She’s here promoting her new website, FindMeACowboy.com.”
    A murmur went through the group of women that filled the small recreation room.
    “I’d like to find me a cowboy, that’s for sure,” murmured an elderly woman with brightly colored red hair. She wore a flower-print pantsuit and bright white tennis shoes.
    “You’ll have to get in line behind me,” said yet another woman. She had white hair and wore enough blue eye shadow to make a Vegas showgirl envious. “I’ve been widowed the longest, so I get first dibs.”
    “That’s a lie, Dolores Rankin. I’ve got you beat by at least three days on account of I lost my Joe on Good Friday and your Milton didn’t bite the dust until Easter.”
    “Joe slipped into a coma on Good Friday.”
    “Same thing.”
    “Is not.”
    “Is too.”
    “Now, now,” said the blonde. “Let’s try to be on our best behavior, ladies. We’ve got company.” The woman, Susan Swanson, according to her badge, smiled and gave Sabrina an apologetic glance. Susan was the recreation coordinator for the center, as well as the head coach for the senior ladies’ softball team, Old Chix with Stix. The last bit of info came from the brightly colored pink T-shirt she wore. The front depicted a swinging bat and the phrase You’re never too old to open up a can of whup ass, while the back held the names and positions of the various team members.
    “You just think your perm don’t stink,” said the redhead, “’cause you’re a pitcher. But I’m one fastball away from knocking you out for good.”
    “You and what joint replacement?” Dolores arched one penciled-in eyebrow.
    Red’s face crinkled into a thousand tiny lines as she frowned. “What is that supposed to mean?”
    “That you creak more than the rusted-out barn door on my old farm.”
    “I do not.”
    “Do too.”
    “Ladies,” Susan chimed in again. “I’m sure Miss Collins didn’t come here to listen to a bunch of bickering. She’s got some freebies for us, isn’t that right?” Sabrina