From the Inside Flap
Dev's throat went dry and he couldn't pull away his gaze. The beauty's body was the definition of rhythm as the couple moved around the floor. The last guitar twang faded and she released her partner's hand. Another guy grabbed her hand, spinning her in tight circles around his body before grabbing her free hand and pulling her close.
She tossed back her head and let out a throaty laugh. "Easy, cowboy."
The warm, rich sound of her voice rose over the music and the conversation, and wrapped around Dev's senses. Suddenly, his tiredness eased. Ignoring the pain, he twisted to grab his beer, squeezed the lime wedge over the opening and chugged down several swallows. The cold liquid wet his mouth and throat but did nothing for the awareness sparking to life deep inside.
Pathetic. He turned on the stool and rested both forearms on the bar. Stop mooning over a well-built woman just because she knows a few dance steps. For a full minute, he focused on reading the labels of the liquor bottles shelved opposite. Then a streak of red flashed in the wide mirror behind the bar and his attention was caught--again.
His gaze followed her reflection and the cowboy swung her close, wrapping an arm around her back. At the sight of her hands sliding along the man's shoulders, tightness grabbed his chest. His knuckles dug a circle in the front of his shirt.
What the hell was that? Hadn't Lula in Oklahoma City cured him of lust at first sight?