Free Should've Been a Cowboy by Vicki Lewis Thompson

probably had witnessed the clinch. “We were discussing that,” she said. “But I think not. He’s not much of a dancer.”
    Jack chuckled. “I know he can’t dance, but he tries.”
    “I’m not that bad of a dancer,” Alex said. “It’s just that all the Chance guys are like semiprofessional or something.”
    Tyler had noticed that family trait last summer and remarked on it. Sarah had told her they all took after their father, who was the best dancer she’d ever known. “Maybe I should let you help me with the entertainment for tomorrow, Jack.”
    “No can do. I’ll have my hands full working with the horses. But you sounded great just now. I happened to hear you when I went to fetch myself a beer in the kitchen, and I was curious enough to stick my head out the door. Was that ‘Oklahoma’?”
    “Yes.”
    “Unfortunately the Last Chance is located in Wyoming. You know any songs about Wyoming?”
    “No.”
    “Guess I’ll have to teach you some, then. Alex, you might want to think about bringing your talent inside before she catches her death out there.”
    “We were heading in when Tyler decided she needed to audition for me,” Alex said.
    “Uh-huh. Well, Tyler, you’ve got a helluva voice.”
    “Thank you.”
    “Wrong tune, but helluva voice. Can we afford her, Alex?”
    Alex’s voice sounded choked. “I… Yeah, we should be able to meet her terms.”
    “Good to know. See you two inside.”
    The screen door banged shut and Alex lost it, doubling over and shaking with silent laughter. “Good God,” he said, gasping. “If Jack only knew…what you named as your fee…” He gazed at her, still chuckling.
    She smiled at him. “This way I won’t have to claim it on my taxes.”
    “Yeah, I doubt there’s a line item for being served up like an ice-cream sundae.” He looked at her as if he’d like to start immediately. “Have you had sex with whipped cream before?”
    “No, but I’ve always wanted to try it. Assuming you can smuggle stuff out of the kitchen.”
    “Don’t worry about that. All you have to be concerned with is keeping the noise level down while I drive you crazy.”
    “Do you have whipped cream experience, then?”
    “No.” He winked at her. “But I’ve always wanted to try it. Shall we go in?”
    “Okay. How do I look?”
    “Beautiful.”
    “Liar.”
    “It’s not a lie. You look like a woman who’s been having fun, and that’s always sexy to me.”
    “I have been having fun.” She gave him a quick kiss. “And I intend to have even more fun later on tonight.” Then she started for the stairs leading to the back door.
    “Damn, but you’re hot, Tyler O’Connelli.”
    She glanced over her shoulder. “You’re no icicle yourself, Alex Keller.”

    SPEAKING OF ICICLES, Alex could have used one to shove down his pants before he followed Tyler and her tight little tush into the house. The woman turned him inside out. She was right that they could never have managed four more days without falling into bed with each other.
    Now that the dam had broken and they were committed to squeezing all the pleasure they could out of this time, he would ignore the ticking clock and make the most of every second he had with her. Of course, he wanted her all to himself 24/7, but that wouldn’t be happening.
    They were both committed to making the open house a success, and that would take up a chunk of time. Besides that, Tyler had come here to see Morgan, so whenever Morgan was around, Alex would back off.
    And he could start now. Morgan met them at the door and ushered them into the room containing two large-capacity washers and a matching pair of dryers.
    “Jack said you two got caught in the rain.” Morgan’s smile was merry, but her gaze was assessing. “I see he wasn’t kidding.”
    “We’re soaked and we’re muddy,” Tyler said. “We didn’t want to track all through the house like this, so—”
    “Stay right there, both of you,” Morgan said. “I’ll