Rescuing the Texan's Heart. Mindy Obenhaus

cute little dance you’re doing.” She thought she might bust a gut, watching him hop around, trying to untuck his shirt, all with that length of rope still around him. “Is that the Texas two-step?”

      He sighed as the ice dropped to the ground. “All right, Purcell.” He moved closer, but she took a step back. “I know when to admit defeat.” He took another step and they were practically toe-to-toe. “You’re a feisty one, you know that?”

      “So I’ve been told.” She dared to meet his appreciative look.

      “Thank you for teaching this old dog some new tricks.” He leaned closer until the fog of their breaths mingled.

      She could smell the woodsy scent of his cologne. “Old dog?”

      He grinned. “You know what I mean.” He was so close. His gaze searched hers.

      But she stepped away from him. “You’re welcome, then.” She nodded in the direction of her Jeep. “We’d better get going.”