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287 pages, Paperback
First published May 1, 2007















"Come with me right now. Don't ask questions and don't argue."
"Only if you kiss me again."
"Why you so intent on me kissin' you?"
"Because, shug, when we were dancing you made me so wet and hot from that kiss I nearly came all over your leg."
Colby growled and enclosed his mouth over hers.
"I like your fire. A woman like you could burn a man up. And I'd enjoy every hot second as I went down in flames."
"When you're back on your feet, cowboy, come looking for me because I'll be waiting. No matter where I am or what I'm doing I'll be waiting for you."

Part 1. He snorted. “I ain’t gay. Or bi. I gotta be honest, I don’t understand it, wantin’ to be
with another guy.” A small shiver worked through him.
“Trevor never once made advances toward me like that or I’da busted him in the chops—and he and I have had our share of threesomes so there’s been ample opportunities. Damn. It’s just plain weird. I think it must be something about Edgard alone that he’s attracted to. Trev and I have been friends for our whole lives. We’ve been damn near as close as brothers. I always jokingly said that he’d fuck anything that walked, only I didn’t know how true that actually was.”
“Aren’t most cowboys highly homophobic?”
“Yeah.”
“Including you?”
“Yeah. If it would’ve been somebody else I’d seen doin’ that…I might not have been so understandin’. Then I think about if someone else would’ve discovered them before I knew about it. How they might’ve started vicious rumors to get them blackballed from the circuit.
Part 2. “Trevor said, “Channing, it’s not what you think.”
Then another strange thought sneaked in and she blurted out, “Is Colby gay, too?” “I’m not gay,” Trevor said.
Edgard shot him a dark look.
“Okay. Bi at least. Then is Colby bisexual?”
“No.”
“Does he know that you guys are…together?”
“Yes.”
“And he doesn’t mind?” Most straight guys she knew were extremely homophobic. Brokeback Mountain notwithstanding, she suspected rough and tumble cowboys, schooled in the traditional conduct of the Old West would be even more set in their ways of thinking than the male urbanites she knew.
“Colby is of the ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ policy,” Edgard said dryly. “As long as he doesn’t see us everything is fine.”
“Oh.” She absolutely did not know what to say.”
Part 3. “Colby loomed over his friend and growled, “I am gonna kick your sorry faggot ass right fucking “now.”
Trevor didn’t back down. In fact, he stepped up. “Back off, McKay.”