Heat Rating: Fire

Content Warnings: Graphic sexual content

A soldier may wave a white flag of surrender but a cowboy never concedes.

A soldier knows when to wave a white flag and yell surrender. He may hide behind the wind-ripping thin cloth and pray he doesn't have to face further conflict, but he understands his purpose, his sole reason for marching forward with a tight grip latched around a thin pole and a pale sheet waving high above his head. He's there to call a truce but he doesn't approach the enemy without significant knowledge. He realizes he's the weaker party on the battlefield, but that understanding hardly empowers him.

Luke McGregor wasn't a soldier. And he damn sure wasn't ready to turn tail and run, at least not yet. Temptation existed and he had a right mind to take out the distraction in his path, or at least contain her.

He eyed the petite blue-eyed hellion he didn't expect to see in Bo's Bar and Grill. Sure enough she still looked good enough to tie to his bed and drip berry juice down her middle. Marcy Killian was as pretty as you please and every bit as sexy as he remembered her. God help him. His dick found new life the second he saw her.

Down boy, he thought, watching her approach.

"Hey Luke," Marcy drawled, trying to push by him in order to make her way through the layers of people.

"Marcy," he grated out. Every damn time he bumped into the vixen, he felt the same. His chest tightened, his heart stopped beating and what the hell? Yeah, he mused, swiping at his forehead. He was sweating bullets.

Once again, a Marcy-sighting doubled him over and made his balls tight with a hard-core reminder. The one gal he'd wanted but had yet to take to his king-sized bed stood inches from him. Worse still, he couldn't think of one come-on line to stop her from snubbing him.

No question about it, if love and lust drove a man into an unforeseen warzone, at some point Luke allowed Marcy to place him on the front lines of fire. He might as well find that ridiculously dressed cupid and tell him to aim his bow. Marcy left him numb whenever he saw her and tonight he wasn't in the mood to play her games. Maybe it was time he surrendered and admitted he had feelings for her.

Not a fucking chance.