Texas Heat

“You had your turn, you ornery young buck, now git to the back of the line if you want seconds.” Curly’s protest was joined by several of the other men, apparently from neighboring ranches because Clint didn’t recognize them.

Of course he hadn’t paid much attention to the men. He was still too stunned over the fact that Dory was manning the kissing booth. He took off his hat, and used the back of his sleeve to wipe his eyes. Dory looked different. For one thing, she wasn’t wearing a T-shirt but a denim blouse with the top two buttons left undone, showing a little skin and hint of cleavage. Nothing too revealing, just enough to whet a man’s appetite. Her hair was down, too, a bit wild and wavy around her face, and he was pretty sure she was wearing makeup.