Devils on Horseback: Lee, Book 4 Read Online Free PDF

want to. The man had caught her off-guard, when she was ready to do battle for her daughter, and remembering her reaction to him made everything whirl around inside her. Genny didn’t like the feeling, and as much as she found Lee to be intriguing, there were more important things to worry about than him.
    He frowned at her, but he dismounted in a smoother motion than she anticipated. Considering he only had half of his left arm, she expected him to be awkward, but he was anything but. He landed on the dusty ground and walked in front of the horse, leading him by the reins. As he stepped closer, Genny fought the urge to move back.
    “For someone who’s asked for help, your hospitality ain’t the best I’ve seen.” The words flowed from his mouth in a lazy southern drawl, but she heard the bite behind them.
    “I have to do what I have to do, Mr. Blackwood. I was doing some sewing inside. Why don’t you set your horse in the barn and come on in for a spell.” She turned her back on him, not waiting for a response, and headed into the house.
    Genny wasn’t sure if she was hoping for him to follow her or praying that he got back on his horse and rode away.
    Lee stared at her nicely rounded backside, annoyed, intrigued and, damn, aroused again. Genevieve Blanchard knew exactly how to confound him, that was for sure. He grunted as he tied off the horse’s reins to the hitching post. He damn sure needed to get his thoughts in order before he followed her.
    Prior to the war, Lee had been young enough to only have kissed a few girls. During the war, he lost his virginity to a camp whore in the middle of a thunderstorm. It was quick, dirty and the most erotic experience of his life. It was the first of many experiences with her. He was careful to let no one know of his obsession with Fiona, the woman who’d taught him how to be a man. She followed the camp as they moved through the muddy fields during the war.
    Even Zeke didn’t know the extent of Lee’s relationship with Fiona. She insisted he tell no one about his regular visits since most of the time she didn’t even charge him. It wasn’t until she disappeared that Lee realized just how badly he’d fallen for her. Hell, he almost deserted the Army to look for her. He hadn’t seen her since March 1, 1865, more than two years ago.
    Sometimes at night, in his deepest dreams, he would think of her, the smell of her hair, the softness of her skin, the tang of the sweat on her neck. He would wake up shaking and sweating, aching for release in her welcoming body.
    Yet she had vanished so completely, even the other women around camp denied knowing her. Lee always wondered what he’d do if she reappeared in his life. A fairy tale to be sure. Considering he was only half the man he’d been before the war, Fiona would likely turn away from him as had every other woman he’d been attracted to since he’d lost his arm.
    That is, until he met Genevieve.
    She had spoken to him as if having one arm was an everyday thing, as if he could adapt easily. The thought that she could be right never entered his mind. Genevieve didn’t know one damn thing about losing a limb and couldn’t possibly know how fucking hard it was. He’d come to the farm as a favor to Gabby and Jake, and to have the time to put his own life in order. The fact he was there to help the widow was secondary considering there wasn’t much he could do.
    With as much trepidation as curiosity, Lee stepped into the house. The interior was lit by a single window over the sink and a lantern on the table. Obviously Genevieve’s husband hadn’t thought windows were important in a house. Likely the man was too damn lazy to put them in or too cheap to pay for them.
    The rich smell of food filled the air. She was definitely making some kind of stew for dinner, with potatoes and possibly turnips. His stomach picked that moment to rumble, and he hoped like hell she hadn’t heard it.
    Genevieve sat at the table, a blue