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384 pages, Paperback
First published November 1, 1992
Richard Bates had been Trilby’s big love interest back home, but Teddy had never liked the man. He might be a gentleman, but compared to these Arizona men, he seemed pretty anemic and silly.
“Trilby, are you ever going to marry? You’re old.” “I’m only twenty-four,” she said self-consciously.
Curt had seemed fond of Mr. Vance’s wife, too. Sally Vance had managed to interfere every time Trilby had spoken to Curt, holding his arm with a faintly proprietorial air. Her antagonism for Trilby had been more evident every time they met, so that finally Trilby managed not to attend any function where she was likely to see the other woman.
He was glad that Trilby was vulnerable to him. He found her very attractive, and he’d been a long time without a woman. He hadn’t wandered up to the wrong side of Tucson for entertainment, or anywhere else since his wife’s death. He was beginning to feel that abstinence.
A marriage for practical reasons had a better chance of success. As for the bedroom, there was no shortage of willing women to satisfy his hunger. He didn’t need a wife for that.
His mouth bit into hers, twisting, hurting her. She gasped and tried to fight him, but he was much too strong. His arms were like vises, his mouth tasting of tobacco and pure man. He used his body like a weapon to humiliate her.
“And you’re no lady, you Louisiana tramp,” he said, without flinching from the blow.
“That is a lie,” she whispered, shaking. “It is a vicious, unfounded lie!” “Why would my wife lie to me?” he drawled.
Her blond hair was long, about her shoulders, and she’d pinched her cheeks and lips to make them red. But she was still, unfortunately, plain. Richard would compare her to Julie and she’d be found lacking.
“THORN! YOU…CAN’T!” she gasped. But he could, and did. He was helplessly driving for satisfaction, blind with need and beyond words.
She wept hotly, because she knew, couldn’t help but know, that he’d achieved paradise. But for her, the climb had been painful and unfulfilling. She felt cold, with the sweat on his chest cold against her breasts in the night air…while his body still throbbed in the aftermath of satisfaction and he gasped for air to breathe.
Thorn was having his own thoughts. He had Trilby now—and access to the water on her father’s land. And with it, he had the most incredibly sensual experience of his life. Imagine feeling like that with a virgin!
Her body was sore. She felt ashamed.
He should never have let it happen. The look on her face was going to haunt him. He’d done nothing but hurt her since the day they’d met. He wished he knew why he reacted as he did to her. His behavior with Trilby was inexplicable.
Almost as if he loved her.
“Then face facts,” he told her. “You and I slept together and you were a virgin. In my world, that means you marry me. We’re doing the right thing to correct our mistake,” he continued softly. “Doesn’t that make up for it, a little?”
“I’ll try not to whisper Sally’s name when I lie in your arms. God knows, as sweet as you are, you’re no substitute for her!”
“A lady of the evening has the advantage of being honest about what she feels and thinks and does. You’re so starchy that no real man could get near you. Richard Bates was just your style, Trilby. I’m damned sorry that I lost my head and forced us into this marriage. I regret it more than you’ll ever know.”