“Would you like to dance?”
It took Linnea a moment to realize she was the one a tall cowboy was talking to. He was nice-looking in a rough-around-the-edges sort of way. He just had the misfortune of asking her to dance at the wrong time in her life.
“No, but thank you.”
“You sure?”
She offered him a smile that she hoped was kind but not encouraging. “Yes, I am.”
The song ended, and Owen parted from his latest dance partner. As if he could sense they were talking about him, he headed straight for them. He eyed the retreating cowboy.
“That guy bothering you?” he asked.
Linnea shook her head. “No. Just asked me to dance.”
The band struck up another tune, a cover of a Jason Aldean song. Linnea was more of a pop-music fan, but you couldn’t live in Texas and not be familiar on some level with country music.
“Not a bad idea,” Owen said, and extended his hand to her.
She stared at his hand for a moment. “I don’t think so.”
He placed his other hand over his heart. “You’re going to shoot me down? The guy who saved you from the side of the road.”
“Oh, you’re milking that for all it’s worth.”
“Go on,” Chloe said, motioning toward the dance floor. “Save my brother from his legions of adoring fangirls.”
Linnea had the strongest urge to click her heels together three times to see if she’d be transported back to the ranch. Something tightened inside her, telling her that dancing with Owen wasn’t a good idea. Mentally calling herself a fool for worrying over nothing, she sighed. “Okay, one dance.”
He gave her a crooked grin. “Unless you can’t pull yourself away.”
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