I'm working on the first edit of Asking for Trouble today, Jazzie and Beau's Story, #6 in my Texas Trouble series.

Here's a snippet. :)

Pleasure at her words filled him, Jazzie Ramos could have any man she wanted, she was that beautiful and interesting...and she had just agreed to spend time with him. "I'm glad," he told her with a smile, and led her inside the store.

Like any woman, when they walked into the store her eyes started scanning from wall to wall and her face lit up. He grinned, because he was a typical man, and wanted to go from point A to point B and get the hell out of there, but he wasn't going to rush her. The clerk came over to help them, but she told him they were just browsing, and he said to call him if they needed help. It was obvious to him that Jazzie was totally in her element and didn't need a bit of help from the clerk, or from him.

She dropped his hand and walked over to a rack of half-price board shorts, and glanced at him then started flipping through the rack again. Finally, she pulled out a pair of hot pink and yellow flowered shorts that looked to be his size. Beau groaned and winced, then prayed to God she wasn't going to make him buy those.

He'd do just about anything to spend time with her, but those shorts were pretty close to his limit. Jazzie moved to another rack and pulled out a ribbed white tank top with some surfing company logo on the front that was hot pink and black, then grabbed a pair of black thong sandals and walked back over to where he stood.

"Here," she said and shoved the clothes at him, and gave him that smile, then he knew his fate was sealed. He was going to wear these wild ass shorts, because she'd picked them out and it would make her happy. "I'm sure the clerk will let you change in the dressing room back there, let me just pull off the tags," she said and yanked them all off.

"You sure about these shorts, sugar?" Beau asked her with dread in his voice.

"You'll look good enough to eat," she said with a sexy wink, then added the famous last words, "Trust me."

He held them up hoping they were the last pair on the rack and they wouldn't fit him, but knowing they were going to fit just right. "But they're pink, darlin'," he whined a little.

"What is it with men and pink? It takes a man very secure in his masculinity to wear pink, Beau," she said and put a hand on his chest then purred, "And I think you are masculine enough to pull it off for sure."

She was flirting with him...him! Beau grinned and resolved himself to walking down the beach in a pink tutu if it made her smile at him like that. "Well, I guess that's settled then, I'll be right back," he told her and leaned down to kiss her cheek.

Jazzie took the tags, then grabbed a cheap duffle bag and went to the counter to pay for it all. She also bought herself a beautiful blue pearl bracelet she saw in the display case at the counter. The pearls were set in dainty silver and she liked how it hung on her wrist. She was still trying to get used to having money to buy whatever the hell she wanted to buy.

Why she still felt guilty buying stuff for herself, Jazzie didn't know, but she did. Jess and she had to be so darned frugal for so many years, it was just a habit now, and probably would remain so. Jazzie was a simple girl, she liked nice stuff and splurged on clothes, if they were on sale, and she liked them, but she didn't need material things to be happy.

Jazzie was thoroughly enjoying this mini-vacation in paradise though. This she could get used to. Beau Bowman was another thing she could get used to. The buff and handsome Texas Ranger, with the beautiful green eyes, had set her on fire since she first met him when the band had landed in Bowie, Texas for Cole and Sabrina's anniversary party.

She'd seen him a second time about a year ago at the charity rodeo she'd gone to with Wade and Jess, but when Wade got hurt and Beau had to investigate the guy who sabotaged Wade's equipment, he hadn't had much time to talk to her. She was really glad they were finally going to have a little time to get to know each other now.

And he must like her too, because he was actually going to wear those ugly ass board shorts she'd picked out for him as a joke. Anything the man put on though would look good...he could wear a paper bag and look hot...or nothing and look hotter, she thought and gnawed her lip.