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Contemporary Romance,
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Accounting,
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Silver Slippers Saloon,
Gun shy,
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handguns,
concealed weapon
give it up. No, that's me, she thought. Marilyn valued her body and listened to her brain. She never rushed into a relationship too fast or by having sex too soon. Although Blake could have been the exception to that rule.
Amber was the opposite. Sometimes that was all the relationship was about. She couldn't help it if she wanted, craved, desired sex just like a man. She didn't find any fault in getting what she wanted as long as she was smart and took care of herself. If she wanted it, she went after it. Lately though, sex hadn't been high on her list of priorities. At least it wasn't until she had run into Gage Alexander, CEO. She wanted his hands, his mouth, on her body. That was all there was to it. His attitude could be left at home though. He was an exasperating man!
She'd take the Saloon Gage Alexander, any day. The kind, gentle, sweet man that pretty much had her at hello. He was attentive to everything she had wanted - quite the contradiction to the man he seemed to be now! At least in words. His actions proved otherwise. He was still the sexy dominating male she met that night. His hands were still rough and ready to tear apart anything they touched. His eyes still blazed with a fire that warned everyone who was boss. And his body, oh God his body, was still big and sleek...and dark skinned...and smelled like desire. She dreamt of him last night. She woke up a hot sweaty mess still feeling the remnants of his hands and his breath deep inside her thighs.
She was hopeless.
She grabbed her things and headed for the park to help set up. She was nervous and excited that the festival had finally come. The girls had practiced their tail ends off every day for the past two weeks, even though they had been ready ten days before that. But that's what impressed Amber so much about these girls. They were true teammates. They worked hard together, practiced hard, took it seriously and never let one another down. They wanted this as badly as she did. Albeit for different reasons, but it was just as important.
For Amber, it went far deeper than just winning. The winning was important, but once they won, she felt like it would be a full circle, like she was coming home. If only her parents were there to not just encourage her, but also be able to announce the winner and give them their awards. If that could happen her life would make sense. As it was, she felt like if she could win, she would at least be honoring her parents in a way she never did when they were alive.
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S etting up didn't take them too long. With the three of them, plus a few guys Blake knew, they were able to set up in record time. Blake had three stations set up around the beer garden. Each station was going to feature the five craft brews Poudre Hops made. They were responsible for setting up the temporary fence that would keep patrons corralled inside the garden area of the festival with their alcohol.
“I want the gate there. That's the best opening to get people in here versus having it on the other side,” Blake was in full business mode.
“I agree. This side is kind of like the front of the park.” Marilyn snuggled up next to Blake, pulling his arm around her shoulder. He bent his head down and playfully nibbled on her neck.
“Stop it. You’ll get me all worked up,” she giggled.
Amber rolled her eyes. They were so in love it was pathetic.
“Get a room, please.”
Amber’s back stiffened the moment she heard his voice. The last time she saw Gage she had wound up crying, running from his office. What would be in store for her today?
“’Bout time you showed up man. Credit union got you busy?”
“Always. I’ve been in meetings all morning. Am I too late or is there anything you need help with?” Gage knew it was Amber he was standing behind. He knew it from the way her head titled to the side, and her long blond hair fell around her shoulders. He knew it by the way she tensed her back the moment he spoke. And he knew it by
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