Setting his cowboy hat on the table, he sank into a booth near the door, his expression a study in irritation. Dark brows drawn in a fierce frown, his lips crimped in a thin line.

The man needed a reason to smile.

I pursed my lips and let out a low whistle.

His green gaze sliced my way, taking away my breath. One dark eyebrow rose, his gaze sharpening, giving my face and chest a quick sweep.

When his glance locked with mine again, I figured I didn’t look exactly Coyote Ugly.

Feeling brazen as hell, I smiled. “’Fraid you’ll melt?”

The corner of his mouth curled — just a slight easing of tension I found promising. “I’m not that fragile,” he drawled.

“Seeing as we’re the only ones here, wanna join me?”

With a nod, he gripped the top edge of the bench seat to haul himself up, giving me an interesting view of flexing biceps. He set his cowboy hat back on his head and sauntered my way. The easy roll of his hips and the dull clap of his boots on the tiled floor heightened the little flame of awareness growing inside me. The man certainly filled out a pair of blue jeans.

My gaze dipped only a moment, taking in the oversized belt buckle and the equally impressive bulge at the front of his pants before sliding up to cling to his mossy-green eyes.

Something about him seemed familiar, like maybe we’d met once a long time ago. Only I knew I’d never forget someone like him.

His eyelids dipped then widened, a subtle once-over that left my breasts tingling and my thighs tightening.

He nodded toward the window. “Storm catch you, too?”

I never considered myself especially easy, but I was quick to make up my mind when I saw something I wanted. Something I had to have — and this cowboy, I definitely had to have.