Not on His Watch. Cassie Miles

grin tugged at the corner of her mouth as she visualized Quint wearing his Stetson, cowboy boots…and jogging shorts. “You work out?”

      He flexed his biceps and leaned toward her. “Feel that.”

      Oh, good grief! Did he have to be so consistently embarrassing? “I’d rather not.”

      “Go ahead,” he urged. “I’m in shape.”

      “Well, I’m sure you are.”

      Maria Luisa sidled up to him. “I’ll feel it.”

      Her long slender fingers reached up to curl around his upper arm, and she exhaled a soft moan. “Very hard.”

      “Thank you, Mary Lou,” Quint said.

      She purred, “Any other muscles you want me to touch? Maybe your glutes?”

      Quint peeked over his shoulder at his buttocks. “Sorry to say, I’ve never had a whole lot of muscle mass back there. My rump gets worn down from too much time in the saddle.”

      “Looks fine to me,” Maria Luisa said.

      On the verge of a snarl, Natalie looked down her nose at this blatant display of innuendo. Coolly, she suggested, “Perhaps, Quint, you could make sure Maria Luisa gets home safely.”

      “Though I’d be much obliged to spend more time with Mary Lou, I’m real interested in taking a gander at your condominium.” He slapped his Stetson on his head. “Let’s head out, Miss Natalie.”

      “Yee-haw,” she muttered, as he herded her toward the elevator.