Jenna felt the rhythm thrumming through her body. Her mind recorded the feelings as her body started to tingle with excitement. This was great fodder for her next book. Research. That’s all this is. Research. She tried to form the words in her mind for how her body was reacting, but the spotlight hit the stage and deleted any coherent thought. Women all around her were screaming. Jenna didn’t scream. Ever. She couldn’t, however, tear her eyes away from the stage. Anticipation pricked every nerve ending and she sat spellbound. One part of her scoffed that she would be so easily pulled into all this hoopla, but her fun-center stuffed that part deep inside a box in the far reaches of her brain. Enjoy. Maybe she could, she thought, feeling a smile tug at her lips. Just a little. After all, she wasn’t married yet. There wasn’t anything that said she couldn’t look. She just couldn’t touch. Much. The beat of the music took on a decidedly western tone and out through the curtains sauntered a well-muscled cowboy.
