They had started quite an inferno inside of her, and all the pep talks about being cautious and taking things slow were tossed out the window. The fact that Paula had a stalker, as BJ and Monte put it, made her feel on edge most of the night. Every time some guy winked or tried to flirt with her, she thought of them as a potential suspect. It put her in a crappy mood, and as a group of young cowboys closer to her own age started flirting with her as she passed by, she found herself stepping back in a manner that told all she was as skittish as a newborn colt. They, of course, tried to get her to come over toward their table to sit down, but she refused. “Come on, darling, one drink is all we’re asking for. We’ve been watching you for quite some time. You don’t have a boyfriend,” one stated. He was pretty husky. “How do you know I don’t have a boyfriend?” she asked with her hands on her hips as she tried to act tough. Meanwhile, she felt like throwing up she was so damn nervous.
