back, bumping into Guerrero, who caught her and her wine both this time. He didn’t keep hold of her, and Trinity noticed that he seemed angered by the cowboy’s scrutiny.
“My apologies,” Guerrero murmured. “I had no idea you were attached. Please forgive my boldness.”
He was gone before Trinity could correct the mistake, not that she could have managed a single word with the cowboy staring at her so intently.
She raised a trembling hand and drained her wine.
The cowboy moved toward her.
Was it her imagination, or was the crowd parting for him?
You’re losing your mind. Trin.
He came closer, closer, a few feet away from her. Now a few inches. She tried to back away again, but in a quick movement he caught her wrist, drawing her closer to him. Her flesh burned where he held her, and her mind went entirely blank. She would have dropped her wineglass if the cowboy hadn’t slipped it from her limp hand and placed it on a server’s tray.
His expression was so intense that Trinity’s knees almost gave out. And those blue eyes—God, the way he was looking at her made her feel like he was making love to her right on the spot.
She tried to pull her wrist out of his iron grasp. “I—let go.”
The man shook his head, the look in his eyes possessive and untamed. “No, sugar,” he murmured, his liquid-hot Texan drawl flowing over her. “You’re not going anywhere.”
Chapter 5
Sensual heat scorched Trinity in a rush. It shot up her thighs and waist, straight to her breasts, and on up to the roots of her hair. He had to be the one she’d seen getting out of the truck earlier. Even without the cowboy hat and duster, he seemed just as dark and dangerous. Maybe even more.
Dang, the man was tall and sexy. He had a strong, angular jaw line shadowed by dark stubble, and the most intense gaze that refused to let her go. God but he smelled good. Like the clean scent of soap, a hint of malt beer, and 100% Grade A male. The way the man was looking at her, she could just imagine his touch, his mouth—
Hold on. Who the heck did he think he was, telling her she wasn’t going anywhere?
Yet she couldn’t speak. Couldn’t move.
Like a deer trapped by headlights... only what had captured her was a pair of wicked blue eyes and a steel vise grip on her wrist. “You keep some hazardous company, sugar.”
“Excuse me?”
“Guerrero.” The man nodded in the direction Guerrero had taken. “All hat and no cattle—but lots of guns and drugs.”
The man’s expression faltered, as if he hadn’t meant to say exactly that. Then he seemed to come to some decision, and added, “Francisco Guerrero is a dangerous man. If I were you, I’d stay far away from him.”
The man’s expression was so earnest and fierce that Trinity actually felt a thrill of fear. “I—I never met him before tonight.”
The man’s eyebrows lifted. “Is that so?”
“Are you a detective or something?” Trinity studied the man, searching for any clue that might help her get a grip.
“I’m a ranch foreman,” he said, and Trinity almost laughed, despite the fact his fingers seemed to be burning straight into her skin.
“Yeah. At this party?”
His expression looked tense again. Very nearly rattled. He cleared his throat. “I’m standing in for my boss. Now, back to Guerrero. You think about what I said, sugar.” He smiled in a way that could be called nothing short of possessive. “Tell me your name.”
Trinity swallowed and mustered a defiant look. “Well, it’s not Sugar.” Her voice came out sounding small and hesitant, and she forced herself to put some muscle into her tone. “Let me go.”
“Name’s Luke Rider.” His firm mouth curved into a sensual smile that met his eyes, and she thought for sure her knees were going to just up and give out on her. “It’s most definitely my pleasure to meet you... sugar,” he drawled, sounding every bit as lawless as he looked.
Oh. My. God. Trinity MacKenna had never come
“My apologies,” Guerrero murmured. “I had no idea you were attached. Please forgive my boldness.”
He was gone before Trinity could correct the mistake, not that she could have managed a single word with the cowboy staring at her so intently.
She raised a trembling hand and drained her wine.
The cowboy moved toward her.
Was it her imagination, or was the crowd parting for him?
You’re losing your mind. Trin.
He came closer, closer, a few feet away from her. Now a few inches. She tried to back away again, but in a quick movement he caught her wrist, drawing her closer to him. Her flesh burned where he held her, and her mind went entirely blank. She would have dropped her wineglass if the cowboy hadn’t slipped it from her limp hand and placed it on a server’s tray.
His expression was so intense that Trinity’s knees almost gave out. And those blue eyes—God, the way he was looking at her made her feel like he was making love to her right on the spot.
She tried to pull her wrist out of his iron grasp. “I—let go.”
The man shook his head, the look in his eyes possessive and untamed. “No, sugar,” he murmured, his liquid-hot Texan drawl flowing over her. “You’re not going anywhere.”
Chapter 5
Sensual heat scorched Trinity in a rush. It shot up her thighs and waist, straight to her breasts, and on up to the roots of her hair. He had to be the one she’d seen getting out of the truck earlier. Even without the cowboy hat and duster, he seemed just as dark and dangerous. Maybe even more.
Dang, the man was tall and sexy. He had a strong, angular jaw line shadowed by dark stubble, and the most intense gaze that refused to let her go. God but he smelled good. Like the clean scent of soap, a hint of malt beer, and 100% Grade A male. The way the man was looking at her, she could just imagine his touch, his mouth—
Hold on. Who the heck did he think he was, telling her she wasn’t going anywhere?
Yet she couldn’t speak. Couldn’t move.
Like a deer trapped by headlights... only what had captured her was a pair of wicked blue eyes and a steel vise grip on her wrist. “You keep some hazardous company, sugar.”
“Excuse me?”
“Guerrero.” The man nodded in the direction Guerrero had taken. “All hat and no cattle—but lots of guns and drugs.”
The man’s expression faltered, as if he hadn’t meant to say exactly that. Then he seemed to come to some decision, and added, “Francisco Guerrero is a dangerous man. If I were you, I’d stay far away from him.”
The man’s expression was so earnest and fierce that Trinity actually felt a thrill of fear. “I—I never met him before tonight.”
The man’s eyebrows lifted. “Is that so?”
“Are you a detective or something?” Trinity studied the man, searching for any clue that might help her get a grip.
“I’m a ranch foreman,” he said, and Trinity almost laughed, despite the fact his fingers seemed to be burning straight into her skin.
“Yeah. At this party?”
His expression looked tense again. Very nearly rattled. He cleared his throat. “I’m standing in for my boss. Now, back to Guerrero. You think about what I said, sugar.” He smiled in a way that could be called nothing short of possessive. “Tell me your name.”
Trinity swallowed and mustered a defiant look. “Well, it’s not Sugar.” Her voice came out sounding small and hesitant, and she forced herself to put some muscle into her tone. “Let me go.”
“Name’s Luke Rider.” His firm mouth curved into a sensual smile that met his eyes, and she thought for sure her knees were going to just up and give out on her. “It’s most definitely my pleasure to meet you... sugar,” he drawled, sounding every bit as lawless as he looked.
Oh. My. God. Trinity MacKenna had never come
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