A Real Cowboy Never Walks Away (Wyoming Rebels Book 4) Read Online Free PDF

attention, the sheer force of his need for her seemed to take over.
    What was it about her that affected him like that? He had sworn off women for a long time, a long, long time. Pretty much his entire life, actually, but something about Lissa McIntyre shattered all his rules.
    Her gaze flicked to his mouth, and another surge of heat rushed through him. She glanced back up at his face, and her cheeks turned even redder.
    He wanted to kiss her. He wanted to kiss her more than he'd wanted to do anything for a very long time. He knew the moment she realized what he wanted to do. She froze for a moment, her eyes wide...not with fear, but with the same longing that was gripping him so tightly. Anticipation leapt through him, and he tightened his fingers on her jaw. He started to lean forward—
    She started to lean forward, then she suddenly jerked back. "I should go." She stood up quickly, nearly tripping on a chair in her effort to get away from him.
    Travis swore and dropped his hand. "Sorry." He hadn't meant to cross that line. Shit.
    "It's fine." She ducked her head, avoiding eye contact as she grabbed their plates. "So, thanks again for the help. I really appreciate it." She managed a brief smile. "I'll just wash these, and I'll be all set, so you can hit the road." Without waiting for an answer, she turned and practically bolted into the kitchen, leaving him alone in the café, as the kitchen door shut behind her.
    What the hell had just happened?
    He could take the opening she'd just given him, and walk away before things got complicated. He probably should. He didn't need complicated, and he really didn't need a woman.
    But he needed something . An anchor, a salvation, or an angel. Whatever it was, without it, he knew the darkness inside him was going to win. He'd thought there was no way out. He'd thought that he had no escape. But he did. And her name was Lissa McIntyre.
    He didn't know what exactly he needed from her, but he knew that walking out with her being afraid of him was not it.
    So, he ignored her request for him to leave, strode across the café, and followed her into the kitchen.

Chapter 4
    L issa's hands were shaking so badly she barely got the dishes to the sink without dropping them. She set them down a little too hard, and then gripped the metal edge, bowing her head as she fought for composure.
    She'd almost kissed Travis. She really had. What was wrong with her? She knew better. She couldn't take that risk. She had too much to lose—
    "Lissa?" Travis's deep voice rolled through her, sending chills down her spine.
    She scrunched her eyes shut and didn't turn around. "What?"
    He didn't say anything, but his cowboy boots thudded as he walked across the kitchen toward her. She tensed, her heart hammering almost uncontrollably as he neared her. He leaned against the counter right next to her, so close she could feel the heat from his body...but he didn't try to touch her.
    After a moment, she opened her eyes to peek at him. He was leaning against the counter, his hands resting by his hips, as he stared at the wall on the opposite side of the kitchen. His shoulders were tense, and his jaw was set. Heavy five-o-clock shadow was visible on his jaw, and she had a sudden urge to trace her fingers over it. How long had it been since she'd touched a man intimately? Almost nine years.
    No man had tempted her. She'd shut herself down so completely that she hadn't even been tempted...until tonight. Until Travis. Until she'd spent an entire evening in close proximity with him, basking in his smiles, waiting for his rare chuckles, teaming up with him to handle the café.
    She hadn't been prepared for him to want to kiss her, and she'd been even less prepared to handle her own desire to kiss him back. And even now, even with distance and sanity trying to reign, she was still drawn to him, her entire soul crying out for one kiss, one touch, one hug to fill the aching loneliness in her soul, to sustain her.
    "I didn't