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“Thanks, but I was going to buy myself a glass of water back at my apartment. Maybe see if I get lucky. Afternoon, cowboy.” She touched a hand to an imaginary hat, mimicking the movement she’d found so amusing yesterday.
As she walked away, she was aware of his eyes on her. She knew he was watching. She knew it because he’d noticed her boots and the soft fabric of her black jeans within moments of saying hello. What she didn’t know, what she couldn’t even begin to comprehend, was why the knowledge of his eyes on her filled her chest with such a hot burn of satisfaction.
* * *
“WELL, NOW,” SHANE drawled when he stepped up to join Cole at the bar. “Somebody likes playing with fire.”
Cole took a swig from his waiting beer and shot a look at the saloon door that had just closed behind Grace. “I’m not playing with anything.”
“Oh, but you’d like to. By the way, you’ve got a little drool on your chin. Might want to wipe that off.”
Cole rolled his eyes.
“You really like that girl? She looks kind of tough.”
“She is tough,” he said, smiling at the memory of her kicking the shit out of her own bag.
“She looks like she could cut my balls off without flinching.”
“As long as it’s your balls she’s cutting and not mine, she can amuse herself any way she likes.”
Shane shook his head. “To each his own, brother. I’m just saying there are plenty of nice girls around here who you don’t have to wear a cup around. That woman looks like trouble.”
Hell, yeah, she looked like trouble. Cole’s eyes skimmed over the room, taking in only vague impressions of the women at the tables. They all looked so dull. Nice, yes. And normal. Blondes and brunettes and the occasional redhead. Not a strand of purple among them. No smoky-black eyeliner that made them look dangerous and vulnerable all at the same time. No black and gray and blue outfits that covered everything but somehow looked sexy as hell.
Yeah, Grace looked tough. Which had made it that much sweeter when her black-brown eyes had softened for a moment. When she’d looked up at him and swayed the tiniest bit closer. Her lips had parted as if she’d needed more room to draw a breath.
Cole cleared his throat and shifted on the barstool, wondering if he really did have drool on his chin, because his mouth was sure as hell watering. He downed his beer and signaled for another. Jenny winked and grabbed another mug.
“What do you hear about Grace?” he asked when she brought his second beer.
“Cole Rawlins, are you fishing for information about another woman from your ex-girlfriend? Don’t you think that’s a little rude?”
He smiled at her mock outrage. “We dated for all of two minutes. Now, spill it.”
“Grace, huh?” Her eyes sparkled. “She doesn’t exactly seem like your type, Cole.”
“No?” He didn’t bother correcting her. He wasn’t sure he had a type, but girls like Grace just pushed his buttons. Or they’d pushed the hell out of his buttons thirteen years ago. As often as he’d been able to talk them into it.
“She just got into town yesterday, but you know that already, right?”
“Yeah.”
“She’s Rayleen’s niece from L.A. A makeup artist.”
That got his attention. Maybe she was part of the film industry after all. Shit. “A makeup artist? Like special effects and stuff? In the movies?”
Jenny frowned. “No, I think the kind that make women beautiful. Maybe she worked with models? She just got a job with Eve Hill, and I don’t think Eve would have any demand for zombie makeup.”
Cole felt a warm wash of relief. She wasn’t with a film crew. She wasn’t part of that world.
And no wonder she’d been so embarrassed about her smeared makeup that morning. He’d have to tease her about it now. See if he could get a rise out of her.
He chuckled at the thought. Not if he could get a rise out of her, but just how pissed off he could make her.
“Cole?” Jenny said softly. “You’re smiling to yourself. You really like this girl?”
“Hardly know her,” he responded.
