"Don't try to play dainty, Tex." Coop flashed Sarah a teasing grin. "You mentioned you worked on the ranch. You mean you never slept out on the open range?"<br/><br/>Dish one had arrived - prawns, fairly fiery but not so spicy that his breath would be a trial for Sarah to withstand. So far so good. Cooper whistled a few notes of "Don't Fence Me In" and wolfed one down.<br/><br/>"You're right, though. You're on vacation, no reason to do it the hard way. Even if it would be the cowgirl way. I'll get us a taxi after lunch. And who knows - maybe they've got a bartender dog on staff! They've got everything else."