Chapitre 143: Chapter One Hundred and Fourty Four

Kimberly climbed onto her stool, drained the last of her beer and waited for Clara to glance her way.

She sensed a manly presence behind her. Smiling, she turned to face the cowboy she knew would be standing there, planning to tell him she would be happy to dance with him as soon as she’d made a phone call.

Her heart jumped into her throat and got stuck there, cutting off her air, when she saw that it wasn’t a cowboy at all.

It was Asher Adams.

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He was wearing jeans and rawhide boots, a dark sweatshirt and a heavy canvas jacket. He smelled of the cold mountain air outside and he looked more dangerous and exciting and wonderful than any of the handsome cowboys she’d danced with so far. His expression, however, was even bleaker than usual.

“Time to go, Kimberly” He said. His voice sent the usual infuriating warm shivers cascading through her.