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he asked before signaling the bartender.
"Oh, I couldn't." Mum always told her not to accept drinks unless she wanted a man to get the impression she intended to put out. Although, given how her heart raced, and the heat pooled her cleft, perhaps this was one time she could test that theory.
"I insist," he murmured, his voice low and caressing. Bailey swallowed and clenched her legs together as her whole body reacted to his sensual promise.
The nameless cowboy, dressed in a worn plaid shirt and even more broken-in jeans that hugged his lean hips, held up two fingers. A moment later two beers landed in front of them, condensation rolling down their brown glass