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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