By The Sheikh's Command. Debbi Rawlins

already playing footsies under the table.” Lifting his chin in a cocky manner, he adjusted his Stetson.

      “We are not.” She looked to Rafe for help. Maybe he didn’t understand what Chuck was getting at, because he just stood there watching with lazy interest.

      “Yeah, well, that’s sure what it seemed like.” Chuck slid Rafe an accusing look, which was received with a stifled yawn.

      “Well, I’m telling you how it is.” Bri put her hands on her hips. “Not that I owe you an explanation.”

      “Sure enough, darlin’,” Chuck shrugged and took a step back. “Just wish you hadn’t led me on about the dance.”

      “I never—” She could end the talk before it started. “Who said I led you on? Of course I’ll go to the dance with you.”