Amanda silently kicked herself. She just had to let her honesty pour right out, huh? Who the hell talks about how lonely they are on a first date? She was really enjoying her time with Sam and she had the feeling if things between them continued, those glossy glittery feelings he sparked in her wouldn’t go away. Especially if he kept that cowboy hat around. What better way to deaden the vibe between them than to talk about the crippling sadness that came from being thousands of miles away from home while working for someone who was less than a people person. Never mind the fact that she still hadn’t been completely honest about what she actually did for work.

A small voice in the back of her head who sounded suspiciously like Helene told her to relax and just be herself. Instead she panicked and dragged Sam to the dance floor. That seemed to do the trick. Zach and Evie joined them, as did Delfi and Britany. Four songs later and she was working on a fine sheen of sweat as Sam moved behind her, his arms draped over her shoulders as they swayed to “Rump Shaker.”

“This was a horrible idea,” Sam said in her ear. Amanda bit her lips. She tried her best not to notice the way his dick was grinding against her ass, but it was hard to miss. She spun around and put a little distance between their lower bodies. She grabbed his hands, keeping up to the beat as she two-stepped in front of him.

“Better?” she teased.

“No!”

She tossed her head back, her laughter mixing with the music, just before the song switched to a slow country jam she’d never heard before. That didn’t drive her from the dance floor. The opposite. She was impressed with the DJ’s work. Instead she stepped into Sam’s arms, lacing her fingers behind his neck. She gazed up at him as he tipped the brim of that white cowboy hat back and gazed down at her. She liked what she saw in those brown eyes. A sweet kindness coupled with a searing heat. It was a lot of work to stop herself from kissing him right there in the crowded bar. No one seemed to be paying attention to them, but laying one on him in the middle of the dance floor might change that. She was definitely going to sleep with him before the night was over.

A commotion over by the bar tore her attention away from his handsome face. The bartender was yelling at a blond woman sitting on one of the high leather stools. He reached for her phone, but she snatched it back. Amanda couldn’t hear what he was saying beyond a “Now!” that boomed across the room.