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He glanced down, running his fingers across the letters. “My brother’s initials.”

“Oh.”

“Got the tattoo on what would have been his twenty-first birthday. Might sound corny, but I sort of thought it was a way to show I’d never forget him.”

She shook her head. “Nothing corny about that. I think it’s a beautiful gesture. My dad and uncles have tattoos on their backs. Amazing ones that represent Compass Ranch. When I was little, I used to run my finger along the pictures on my dad’s while he explained what everything signified.”

“No ink on you?”

She grinned. “God no.”

“Why do you say it like that? Sounds like you like tattoos.”

“Oh, I do. I love them. I guess I’ve just never found anything meaningful enough to have it etched on my skin forever. Suppose I’m still searching for that memory I want to last.”

He could understand that. The small tattoo on his chest was his only one. Like her, he believed the sentiment behind the ink needed to be significant. Important.

She pointed down the narrow hallway toward the rear of his trailer. “I assume your bedroom is back there?”

“Won you over with my hot body, didn’t I?”

She uncapped the salve and he crinkled his nose at the potent scent. “You wish. This will be easier on the bed.”

He wiggled his eyebrows. “Most things are easier on the bed.”

She tilted her head. “One more sexual innuendo from you and I’m walking. Got it?”

“Spoilsport.”

She laughed as she headed down the hall. “Grab a bath towel if you have one.”

He stopped briefly by his small bathroom and plucked one from the rack. Then he joined her in his bedroom. “What’s this for?”

“I thought you could lay on it. It’ll keep your bedspread from getting sticky.” She kept her eyes glued to his face as she spoke, daring him to make another dirty comment.

“You’re not playing fair.”

Sienna winked. “Never said I would. Lay down, cowboy. On your stomach.”

Daniel spread the towel out and crawled to the center of the mattress, while trying to discreetly adjust the hard-on that emerged the moment Sienna had entered his bedroom.

Her knee lightly grazed his hip. He watched as she scooped some of the salve onto her hands and rubbed them together before pressing on his shoulder. Daniel groaned in relief.

“God damn, that feels nice.”

She deepened her touch, digging her fingers in and hitting all the right spots. “You’re wound up as tight as a spring. Try to relax.”

“That would be easier if you’d move those sweet hands a little lo—” He paused, cutting off his dirty joke midstream.

Her hands stopped moving. “A little what?”

“Nope. Not saying it. I don’t want you to leave.”

She chuckled and began caressing his stiff muscles again. “That bull did a number on you.”

He nodded, her soothing massage taking effect quickly. A few more minutes with her talented hands and he’d be sound asleep. “Yeah. I guess so.”

“I realize my dad brought you here to help the boys train for their rodeo competitions, but—” She stopped speaking. Daniel waited a few seconds, then he realized she wasn’t going to finish.