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Between Us

Included in Boots, Chaps, and Cowboy Hats Anthology 

Excerpt

 “What made you notice me?”

“Your smile and your eyes.”

“Up there? You saw my eyes all the way up there?” He had to be joking. “I was too far away.”

“I could see them. The lighting’s good.”

She nodded but didn’t believe him.

“What?”

“You’re too good to be true. You’ve got to be a serial killer or something.” She probably should’ve kept that to herself, but the words simply tumbled out.

His eyes widened and he laughed. “What?”

“The more I look at you, the more I don’t know what to think,” she said. “It’s a nice summer night, it’s almost perfect and you show up. You’re handsome, way out of my league and seeming to pay attention to only me. I want to think this is the start of something beautiful, but I’m not naive enough to think it’s true.”

“Ouch.” He clutched his chest and chuckled. “You wound me.”

“Well, then it must be true. Who are you really here to see? Claire? Renee?” she asked. “Guys like you aren’t attracted to women like me.”

“Why?”

“Look at me compared to Renee. I’m short. Compared to Claire, I’m plain.” She really needed to stop talking before she pushed him away completely.

“You’re guarding yourself.” He tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear, sending tingles along her cheek. When he did, his eyes flashed again and she noted the silver.

Her blood chilled. “You’re not telling me something,” she murmured. “Say it.” Part of her wanted him to confirm what his heart already knew, but the rest of her wanted to stay in the dark. If she didn’t know, she wouldn’t be let down.

“What should I say?” he asked. “The truth?”

“Yes.” She held her breath, afraid of his answer. She’d come out on a picturesque, starry night with orchestral music and should be at the start of a date, not questioning him this way. Not being so guarded. Not disbelieving him. “Who are you?”

“Not who, but what.”

What. Not who. Her heart sank and her fear rose. Her instincts were right. “Oh God.”

“Honey, God has nothing to do with this.”

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