She was well aware of their voluptuous size and shapely pointed beauty. A sort of initial focal point(s). But there was something wildly challenging in his obvious mental-stripping of her that raised tingles of excitement somewhere in her under-belly.

"Quiet, Genghis!" she'd ordered, and as always, the imposing, lovable brute had obeyed immediately. "Don't mind him. He doesn't like anyone until I tell him to. He's a Timber Wolf."

"Well, I hope you tell him to like me," Mr. Handsome replied solemnly, then, his fetching grin had become prevalent once more.

She had laughed, displaying an array of white even teeth intentionally, while she leaned forward to pat the big Roan's neck.

"All right, I will. I'm Katie Martin."

"Ron Carter," he replied, his brazen eyes constantly returning to her breasts.

"What're you doing around here, Ron Carter?"

"Vacationing," he shrugged. "Just riding around and stumbled onto this road."

"Staying nearby?"

"In Phoenix… with relatives," he told her.

She must have been staring at him.

God, he's handsome. The insane thought raced through her mind before suddenly continuing. "I'm having a party tonight… just some friends… people, you know? Would you like to come?"

"Yeah, sure I'd like to," he started, then as if in second thought, he added. "But I can't make it tonight… sorry. I'm tied up. Maybe, some other time, eh?"

She felt disappointment.

"All right… but I wish you could come," she said, making little effort to hide her aroused feelings. Lord, he's so damnedably good-looking, her mind kept wandering. That along with that mysterious virile charisma of his that could hypnotize a girl. Then she continued her conversation. "I think I like you," she'd said almost before she realized it. "You'd be my date… and we throw the wildest parties, Lee and I…"