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192 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published March 1, 1995
The girl had a good seat for riding, but she had no self-confidence. His ex-wife didn't approve of Cherry's sudden passion for barrel racing.
He had custody of Cherry because Marie and her new husband were too occupied with business to raise a child. Cherry was fourteen now, and a handful at times.
"What a shame," came a quiet, feminine voice from down the aisle. "She just freezes on the turns, did you see? She'l never be any good as a competitor, I'm afraid. No nerve."
The girl was afraid of the turns and it showed in the way she choked up on the reins and hindered the horse. Jane commented on it to the cowboy.
"Who the hell do you think you are to criticize a cowgirl in Cherry's class?"
"What are you, anyway, a model?" he chided.
"Are you shacking up with one of the riders or are you part of the entertainment?"
"Are questions of more than one syllable too hard for you?'' he persisted.
Dad would have done it," she countered. "Jacobsville was his hometown, and it's mine. I couldn't refuse the invitation to accept the plaque for Dad. Today's rodeo is dedicated to him."
Well , you sure as hell don't look the part," he said mockingly. "You ride like a raw beginner, as stiffas a board in the saddle. How did a rider as bad as you ever even get to the finals? Did you do it on Daddy's name?"
"Does she always have to be lifted off a horse?" the stranger drawled. "I thought rodeo stars could mount and dismount all by themselves."
The pain was excruciating. She felt it in every cel of her body before the cowboy had her careful y in his arms, clear of the ground, but she didn't whimper.
Her daddy wrecked the car," he said simply. "He was killed instantly, but Jane was pinned in there with him for three hours or more.
Funny, that, because since his failed marriage, he didn't like women very much except when he had an overwhelming desire for someone female in his arms. Loving and leaving wouldn't be possible with Jane Parker.
She hadn't experienced that sort of intimacy. She fought it, trying to remember that he was on his way to another woman.
"You don't even know what to do," he said half angrily. "Do you need an instruction manual?"
Whatever Jane did to him, he hated it. He only wished he knew how to handle it. He had nothing to give her
He'd have a good time with Micki and forget that Jane even existed.
She'd never known a man, but her responses were so acutely hungry that Todd didn't realize it at first.
Jane...?" he whispered, shocked. She was struggling to breathe. She moaned.
"God, baby, I didn't know...!"
He surged against her, blind with a need as old as time, as unstoppable as an avalanche.
Then, he fell again to cold reality and felt the guilt and anguish of the trembling body containing his.
It had been painful and uncomfortable, and now her back was hurting again.
You're twenty-five years old," he groaned, smoothing her hair. "What were you doing, saving it for marriage?"
"I won't let you do that again!" she said hotly, hitting at him. "It hurt!"
He mistook the gasp. "It's al right," he said gently. "You were protected, both times. I don't take that sort of risk, ever."
"But it did. I've never had it that good, Jane. I think you and I could have a very satisfying relationship.''
"You mean, we could have an affair," she said quietly.
"I've tried marriage," he said bitterly. "I don't believe in it anymore.
"I'm sorry. I don't have a bad marriage behind the, and I still believe in fairy tales. I don't want to have an affair with you, Todd."
But despite the pleasure she remembered, she also remembered his easy rejection of her when his passion was spent. He'd left her as soon as he was finished, with no tenderness, no explanations, no apologies.
A child with Jane would be a disaster. He couldn't walk away from a child.
"Even if I were...willing— which I'm not," he added curtly, "you won't be able to carry a child, not for a long time." He grimaced.
She was twice as pretty as Marie. The other woman, at least ten years Jane's senior, had no difficulty understanding Todd's interest and Cherry's devotion to the woman. Marie hated her on sight.
Todd must have found it all so amusing, pretending to be a simple accountant," Marie said, leaning back on the sofa elegantly. "I mean, what a comedown for him! Living like this—" she waved a careless arm "—and driving that pitiful old sedan he borrowed.
What would he want with a little country girl from south Texas who only had a high school education and no social skills?