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mouth. The fragile scent he’d inhaled while Brianna was imprisoned in his embrace burned into his mind as the most potent perfume he’d ever encountered.
    He headed back to his dock bunkhouse as he cussed at fate. Brianna’s face filled his head, along with the way her body fit against his. She had a little nose and dark blue eyes that hit him as far too cute. That was a word you used to describe girls, not women you wanted to handle. She wasn’t beautiful, but he found her incredibly attractive because of her fiery nature. His cock throbbed for more than just ideas, but he grinned as he hung his hat and duster on the hooks next to his door. He snickered at himself as he considered the fact that a female out there could turn his cock hard without lifting her hem to flash her knickers. It sure was a surprise to find Brianna Spencer so difficult to banish from his mind.
    Although it might be a long shot, it just might prove that he wasn’t past any hope of redemption.
    Maybe.

Chapter Two
    Sloan McAlister.
    Brianna hissed and attacked her morning work with a vengeance that had built up as she’d tossed and kicked through the night. She drove thick iron nails through her window shutters, adding a few new boards to the inside just for good measure. She didn’t bother to think about how she was ever going to get them open again.
    Sloan McAlister…
    Ohhhh! She’d like to say a few well-sharpened words to the man today. Finishing off his visit with an introduction took her beyond infuriated. If he was going to touch her, the least the man could have done was finish the job by kissing her.
    A groan surfaced from her throat as she stopped to confront the real reason she was mad. Shame. Thick and hot, she was facing the biggest deviation from the road of straight and narrow she had ever been tempted with. Sins of the flesh had never enticed her before. Her memory taunted her with the way she felt in his embrace. Good saints, she had never even suspected her body could feel so good or so much at one time. The devil sure did bait his trap well, because she was like a fox fixated on fresh meat laid out in a steel trap during the dead of winter. She could smell it and practically taste how good it would be to have Sloan touch his mouth to hers. Even risking the steel jaws of the trap wasn’t too much, considering the bait. She hungered for that kiss.
    She shivered and then laughed at her own foolish daydreams. She didn’t have any clue what a man’s kiss was like. That was a hard fact of working every day. Like a lot of folks in the small mining town, even Sunday wasn’t a reason to be idle. She wasn’t lacking in faith, but piety didn’t place food on the supper table. The best bargain she’d come up with was to grind only barter jobs on the Lord’s day after church service was done.
    However, the workload didn’t leave any time for social meetings either. It had been a small eternity since she’d heard music. A lone fiddle would be a feast for her starving senses. Courting was as big a mystery now as it had been when she’d turned fourteen and was considered old enough to receive a gentleman caller.
    And now she dreamed of being kissed by Sloan McAlister.
    That was a huge blot on her soul, if ever she strayed from the teachings of her mother. Sloan wasn’t a gentleman. She could almost hear her mother lecturing on about the proper type of man a lady received. A lady only gave her time to a gentleman who shined his shoes before calling on her. He might bring flowers or some small gift for her mother, but of course a proper suitor never tried to bestow a gift to a lady outright. He would call every Sunday afternoon, in a clean coat, to sit and flirt with her under the supervision of some suitable chaperone. He might kiss her hand, in an ever so soft salute of affection. While they wasted the afternoon with idle chatter. Only their gazes touching, in proper, respectable courtship.
    Her lips twitched as she considered