Lone Star Wedding. Sandra Steffen

try to arm wrestle me into using my influence to change my mother’s mind about going public with her engagement to Ryan.”

      Parker took a frank and admiring look at her. Her hair was down today, her dress a creamy beige that seemed to blend in with her surroundings. She had a great body, but he was beginning to realize that in front of him stood a woman who preferred to be recognized for having a great mind.

      “If we arm wrestle,” he said, his gaze delving hers, “it’ll be to determine how far we go.”

      Leaving her to mull that over, he strode loftily out the door.