Justice brought
them together. The past could tear them apart.
Pushing through the swinging doors, Beau
stepped up to the bar and ordered a whiskey straight up. The music
switched abruptly to a waltz. A sea of whistles followed by hoots and hollers
roused his curiosity enough to look up. A woman walked slowly down the stairs.
Piercing blue eyes darted back and forth over the small crowd of admirers
gathering on the dance floor. A ruby red smile graced her lips, lighting up her
perfect porcelain face. Red feathers accented her coal-black hair. The red
dress hugged her curves like a second skin.
Curves Beau was all too familiar with.
What
the hell is she doing here? Every
muscle in his body quivered with the urge to run up the stairs, drag her into a
room, and have his way with her. Then put Jessica Sanders over his knee and
give her a right proper spanking for dressing the way she was.