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going to have her on the first plane out of Sterling that he possibly could. Still, the two of
them might just have to play a little bit before that one-way flight.
Taking his time about it, he found her and Peggy at a rack of Wrangler jeans.  I think
these will be a perfect fit, Peggy was saying as she pulled out a pair that looked as if
they would be show Brielle s fine ass to perfection.
He joined the conversation enthusiastically.  I agree.
 Colt may act like an ass, Peggy said, echoing one word of his thoughts,  but he does
have good taste when it comes to clothing. You should listen to him. Her sugary-sweet
sales voice had Colt in yet another of his patented grins.
Brielle s enthusiasm didn t match Colt s.
She was soon being pushed from one rack of clothes to the next, and her arms were
laden with things she knew she d never wear again after she left this benighted place.
She didn t want to even think about the money she was about to spend on clothes that
she would have scoffed at before today. Heck, she was still scoffing today.
When she finally made it to the changing room and slipped into a pair of the jeans and
a button-down shirt, she felt itchy and uncomfortable. She was used to silk and
cashmere, not cotton and polyester. She d never get used to this new life. But if she
wanted to earn the respect of the men working for her, she needed to fit in to their world
a little better.
Even if it would kill her budget. She hoped her father would mellow out before too
much longer, and maybe, just maybe, let her have access to her trust fund again. Maybe
she d better quit ignoring his calls if she hoped for that to happen. This shopping trip
wouldn t make the slightest dent in the money she had sitting in her frozen bank account.
Just the thought of her old platinum credit card made her want to cry. There was a
time she hadn t had to think about the cost of anything. Now, a fifty-dollar pair of jeans
was making her break out in a sweat.
One thing she was learning from all of this was that she should be a lot more grateful
for what she d had. Not everyone lived the way she used to live, and not everyone was
just handed everything. But that was probably one of the lessons her father wanted to
teach her and her brothers.
Slipping into the boots that Colt had picked out for her, she looked at her reflection in
the full-length mirror and grimaced to see herself in such an outfit. No way could she pull
this off. She just wasn t made to be a ranch girl. She was made to live in the city in a nice
safe condo where someone else did the yard work. That was just who she was. The
sooner everyone in her life accepted that, the sooner she could get back to the real
world. Her real world.
 Come out, Brielle, Colt said.  I know it can t take that long to change, not even for a
princess.
She glared at the curtain separating her from Colt, but she had no doubt he would
barge in on her if she didn t comply. The sad thing was that the thought of him sharing
the small dressing room with her wasn t as horrifying as it should have been, not after
that burning kiss. She feared she d be replaying that several nights in a row in her
dreams.
 I m coming. Keep your pants on. She pulled the curtain back and stepped out.  I
don t see how you people can deal with these clothes. My toes feel as if they re being
crushed. She twirled around as a joke. This wasn t a fashion show she d ever thought
she d participate in  that was for damn sure.
Colt stepped up behind her when her twirl left her back facing him. His hands slid
around the curve of her hips and his thumbs settled in her front pockets as he turned
their bodies so he could look into her light green eyes through the full-length mirror.
 I think you look pretty damn hot in this outfit, he whispered against her ear, letting
his lips brush the tender flesh of her neck as he bent just a little lower.  And these jeans
have the added advantage of being the perfect resting place for a man s hands. He let
his fingertips graze the top of her thighs.
Where was Peggy when Brielle needed someone to run interference? The shopkeeper
had suddenly disappeared, and no one else seemed to be in the store. Gulping, Brielle
knew she was in trouble, because she couldn t find one single comeback to Colt s lines.
She remained motionless as he kept pressing against her. What this man was doing to
her body should be against the law. If someone had told her last year that she d be
melting into a giant puddle over a ranch hand, she would have given out a ladylike
guffaw. Right now, however, she didn t feel in the least like laughing.
When he finally let her go, she walked almost in a trance back into the changing room,
pulled the curtain back into place, slowly unbuttoned the shirt, and let it float to the floor.
Then she just stood there looking into the mirror at her flushed cheeks.
This man was clearly making her appearance change. If the glow in her eyes had
anything to do with something other than Colt Westbrook, she didn t know what it could
be. It certainly wasn t the crisp Montana air.
When the curtain parted and Colt was suddenly standing behind her again, Brielle
didn t even try to act as if she didn t want him there. Since that first kiss on the shop
floor, she d been waiting for the next.
To hell with what she should be doing. She wanted to taste him again, wanted to feel
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