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First published April 7, 2009
The traveling was beginning to wear on him. Although he dated infrequently, he’d never found a woman he wanted to keep.
He knew she was untouched. Tarleton had stolen her first intimacy from her, soiled it, demeaned it.
“There’s nothing wrong with honest labor and hard work,” she told him. “I could never wrap my mind around some rich, fancy man with a string of women following him around. I like cowboys just fine.”
“You have a big heart, Sassy,” he said, his voice very deep and soft. “Plenty of other people don’t, and they will use your own compassion against you.”
He glowered at her. “Just because a woman threw me over, I’m not damaged goods.” “How did she throw you over?”
“She got engaged to me while she was living with a man down in Colorado.”
“It’s that old Scotch-Irish second sight. My grandmother had it as well. She could see far ahead.” She frowned. “She made a prediction that never made sense. It still doesn’t.” “What sort?” “She said I would be poor, but my daughter would live like royalty.” She laughed. “I’m sorry, darling, but that doesn’t seem likely.”
“What sort of pot did you have in mind throwing at me?” he taunted. “Something made of cast iron,” she muttered. “Although I expect you’d dent it.” “My head is not that hard,” he retorted.
It was so sweet that she moaned with the ardent passion he aroused in her. She’d never felt her body swell and shudder like this when a man held her. She’d never been kissed so thoroughly, so expertly.
“That was a mistake,” he said curtly, putting her firmly at arm’s length and letting her go.
He pulled his hat low over his eyes. “It’s been a long, dry spell.” “Well, if that isn’t the nicest compliment I ever had,” she muttered. “You were lonely and I was the only eligible woman handy!” “You were,” he shot back.
The big problem was going to be the distance between them socially.
He was going to take her out a few times. Maybe kiss her once in a while. It was nothing he couldn’t handle. She’d just be companionship while he was getting this new ranching enterprise off the ground.
“I guess you…do that all the time,” she stammered. He shrugged. “I used to. But since I met you, I haven’t wanted to do it with anyone else.”
John had consoled himself that he still had time to tell Sassy the truth.
“The man’s full name is John Taggert Callister,” he said in a gentler tone. “He’s Gil Callister’s younger brother.” Sassy’s face lost color.