Walking up almost on top of Jeff she lowered her eye lashes then looked up at him smugly, “so how come you aren’t dancing cowboy (accent on cowboy)? I guess Texans only do the two step, right?” Looking at Jeff with an impish light in her eyes but standing her ground.

“No, we Texans do it all, but when a girl comes this close to a cowboy back in Texas, he more than dances with her,” he whispered for her ears only, smiling crookedly. It was all he could do not to groan as Lacy hesitated, clearly tempted.