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Some kind of country fever that was making her body react to things she shouldn’t even be aware of. Or maybe it was cowboy fever, she amended. For her gaze seemed to be fixated on Jace Brimley. Cowboy boots, jeans, denim jacket, red Henley shirt, white crewneck T-shirt. Still, it wasn’t the clothes that got to Clair. It was the way the clothes fit him.

The T-shirt molded to impressive pectorals. The waist-length denim jacket was stretched to its limits by the breadth of shoulders and the expanse of Jace’s muscular arms. And the jeans…oh, the jeans! They were just snug enough to cup a derriere to die for.

Clair’s mouth went dry, her heart thumping. Country fever or cowboy fever—she forced her eyes off Jace’s rear just before he spun around.

He nodded toward his black truck and said, “Hope you don’t mind sittin’ in the middle. The baby’s car seat has to be on the passenger’s side.”

No, she didn’t mind sitting in the middle. It was how close she was going to be to Jace that she didn’t know how to handle….