The Trouble With Valentine's Day

'Las Vegas.'

'Are you a hustler?'

Kate stared at him and tried to remember that the brothers weren't too bright even when they were sober. If she was trying to hustle Peirce, did he really think she'd admit it to him? 'No, I'm not a hustler.'

'You play in a league or something?'

'My parents had a pool table when I was growing up,' she answered and moved to where she'd left her beer. She raised the green Bud Lite to her lips and watched as Dixie Howe leaned over the other table and gave everyone a clear view of her deep cleavage. Kate had no problem with women who put it out there. She just didn't happen to be one of them. Well, except for that one time. Kate glanced at Rob, who, like the other men, had his eyes glued on Dixie's impressive implants. He said something that made Dixie laugh, then he raised a bottle of beer to his lips.

Kate turned her attention to Peirce as he made his shot and lined up another. Kate remembered enough about the night she'd first met Rob to recall that he could be somewhat charming. She'd been fooled and taken in by it, but in her own defense, she'd been really drunk.

'If you beat Peirce, you play me next.'

She looked across her shoulder at another of the brothers. 'Which Worsley are you?' she asked.

'Turtle.' He pointed to his left. 'This is Victor. If you beat me, you play Victor,' he said as if she didn't have a choice. 'But I doubt you'll beat me.'

'I don't think I'll be staying that long, Tuttle.'

'Are you afraid I'll win?'

Peirce missed his shot, and she set down her beer. 'No.'

'Go ahead and bet her five bucks you'll win, Tut,' Victor said, then he downed his beer.

'Wow, five whole bucks.'

Her sarcasm was lost on both men. 'If that's too rich for your blood, we could play strip pool.'

Right. She approached the end of table, and her gaze took in the position of the balls. She had to wait for Rob to finish his shot before she could proceed further between the tables. He straightened, but he didn't move aside to let her pass.

'Excuse me,' she said as she glanced up, but the shadow of his hat hid most of his face.

He still didn't move, and she was forced to squeeze by, so close that she could see the stubble on his jaw. The rolled-up sleeve of his flannel shirt brushed her arm. She looked into his shadowy gaze as she passed. His eyes narrowed and she figured he was annoying the hell out of her on purpose. Probably because he was mad about that gay rumor thing.

'If you know what's good for you, you'll call it a night and go home.'

No probablys about it. He was mad. 'Are you threatening me?'

'I don't threaten women.'

Well, it had sounded like a threat to her. 'Just so you know, I didn't start that rumor about you.'

He looked at her for several long seconds, then said, 'Right.'

'At least I didn't mean to.' He just continued to stare, and she shrugged. 'If you're interested in hearing the truth about how it got started, maybe I'll tell you sometime.'

'I know how it got started.' He lowered his voice and said, 'Because I wouldn't have sex with you in a hotel room, you came to town and told everyone that I'm gay.'

Kate looked around to see if anyone had heard him. They hadn't, but she suspected he wouldn't have cared. 'How does it feel to be wrong?' she asked. She didn't wait for an answer and leaned over the table. She lined up a shot and tried to ignore Rob completely.

She made quick work of beating Peirce while his brothers took delight in taunting him because he'd lost to a girl. Peirce's face turned red, and he stomped off to the bar. Before she could really protest, Turtle racked the balls, and Kate resigned herself to playing one more game.

She'd never been the sort of girl to purposely lose at anything-not to perpetrate a hustle or even to make a man feel better about himself.

Turtle took the break and shot at the apex ball. It careened into the cushion, bounced off the two, and fell into the side pocket. Turtle smiled like he'd meant to do it on purpose. Next, he shot the solid orange into the corner pocket. Unfortunately, the cue ball followed it in.

'Are you going to let a girl beat you?' Victor called out to his brother. 'You guys are embarrassing the family.'

'Shut up, Victor,' Tuttle grumbled as Kate placed the white ball behind the head string.

'I've been to Vegas a few times. Are you one of those topless showgirls?' Tuttle asked, then snickered like he was thirteen.

She glanced up at him then shot, knocking in the nine ball, then the fifteen. If he thought talking to her would mess up her concentration, he was wrong. She'd learned to play pool in a house filled with her loud brothers and their friends. 'Afraid not.'

'Ever work at the Chicken Ranch?' He must have thought he was real funny, because he cracked himself up.

Kate let it pass and dropped the fourteen in the side pocket, followed by the ten.

'Wanna come back to our ranch?'

The eleven and twelve dropped next. 'No thanks.'

'I could show you the horses. Lots of girls come out to ride the horses.'

Somehow, Kate doubted 'lots of girls' went anywhere near the Worsley ranch. She moved to the other side of the table and waited for Rob to take his shot. When he was through, she knocked in the fifteen, then the eight. She placed her hand on the side rail and lined up a bank shot that she'd made a million times in the past. Tonight she missed making it by a fraction.

She raised, took a step backward, and came up against something hard and unmovable. She glanced over her shoulder, past blue flannel, to Rob's chin and mouth. She looked up into his eyes beneath the brim of his hat. The room was cramped, but not that cramped. He was crowding her and purposely annoying her again.

'Could you move?' she asked.

'Yeah, I could.' But he didn't. Instead, his big hands grasped the tops of her arms as if he meant to move her away, but he didn't do that either. For half an instant a shocking urge to lean back into his chest popped into her head. To feel the warmth of him up and down her spine. To turn and press her nose into his flannel collar and take a deep breath.

Appalled by her thoughts, she told herself that it had been a long time. A long time since she'd had sex. It wasn't him. Other than the Worsleys, it could have been just about anyone. Well, not Mr. Dean either.

'The Worsley boys are mean little bastards.' He leaned forward a little, and the brim of his hat brushed the side of her head. The scent of his warm skin filled her lungs. 'Not the kind of guys a girl should show her tattoo.'

She turned her head and looked up into the shadow beneath the brim of his hat. 'Gee, thanks for the warning. And I was just about to drop my pants, too.'

His lips remained in a flat line as he slid his hand up her arm and shoulder. His long, warm fingers brushed her hair from the side of her bare neck.

'What are you doing?'

'Showing the rednecks around here who want to kick my ass that I'm not gay.' His breath warmed the shell of her ear, and anyone looking at the two of them might think he was whispering naughty things to her. 'I can hold my own against one or two at a time, but a barful might be more than even I can handle.' Kate glanced about the room, but it didn't seem like the rednecks were paying Rob much attention. It occurred to her that he might be lying, but she hadn't been at the Buckhorn long enough to be certain.

She returned her gaze to the pool table as Turtle made his shot. 'You could use Dixie. I'm sure she's more than willing to be used in that capacity. Or any.'

He slid his hand down her arm and placed his palm in the curve of her waist. 'You owe me.'

She didn't figure she owed him anything, but neither did she want him to get beat up for something she'd inadvertently done. 'Don't think for one second that I'm going to let you grope me,' she said, relieved that her voice