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of tears thankfully wasn’t near the surface. But the loneliness she’d felt lately, as she’d come to accept that her dad was truly gone, was back.
    She turned her head to the side, rested her cheek against his chest and listened to his heartbeat. It was strong. Steady.
    â€œJust once I want to be like one of those brash women on TV who takes what she wants and smiles as she resumes her normal life.”
    â€œAw, Molly,” Jason said, tipping her back and dropping a sweet, butterfly kiss on the end of her nose. “That’s not you.”
    â€œMore’s the pity,” she said.
    He rubbed his thumb over her jawbone. His hands were firm but not rough. Not like hers, calloused and hardened from years of working with cattle and the land. As he touched her a slow heat began to burn deep inside. A shiver went from her jaw to her neck, then over her shoulder and down her arm. Her lips parted.
    As Jason stared down at her, she wished she could read the expression in his eyes. She couldn’t tell what he was thinking, and she didn’t want to do something...what? Dumb? Too late. It had been too late since the moment her father’s attorney had revealed that she and Jason were jointly inheriting the Bar T. It had been too late since she’d realized he would be coming back and something feminine and needy had awoken inside of her.
    She stared up at him, his eyes silvery pools in the dim light, and realized that she was a coward. All this wanting to be someone else wasn’t true to her. She was hiding because she was afraid.
    She was twenty-nine. Well past the age when she’d thought she’d let fear drive her. She felt the wash of his breath over her and she closed her eyes—somehow everything seemed easier with her eyes closed. Then she felt his thumb rub over her bottom lip.
    She sighed again.
    He pulled her more fully against him, her breasts resting on his chest and their hips lightly touching. She felt the brush of his lips over hers. The intimacy of it heightened because the only senses she used at this moment were taste and touch. His body heat surrounded her. His arms were strong as he held her close.
    His lips were warm and firm, and as he opened them over hers she let go and just experienced Jason. The way his tongue brushed hers slowly and then pulled back. The way he kept one hand gently on her shoulder, his finger stroking the pulse at the curve where her neck and shoulder met. The way he let the kiss develop between them with no rush or agenda.
    She felt safe.
    She felt like they could stand there all night rediscovering each other and the passion she’d been too young to really understand all those years ago.
    She rubbed her tongue over his and he moaned a little, shifting her stance. He put one of his hands on her back and drew her even closer so that she was nestled in the cradle of his legs. He cupped her butt, caressing it through her jeans, and she shivered as sensation washed through her.
    She put her hands on his hips, holding him as much to steady herself as to feel him. He was solid, muscled. And for the first time since he’d set foot back on the Bar T, she acknowledged that she wanted him, needed him to stay right here with her. But she knew he never would.
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    M OLLY FELT SO GOOD . He didn’t have a lot of time in his life for romance. He dated—well, if one-night stands and vacation flings could be called dating—but he had dreams that no woman could compete with. That had been true for longer than he could remember.
    But Molly tempted him. She wasn’t casual—no matter how much he wanted to pretend otherwise. And he was tied to her and to this land until they could come up with a solution that would satisfy them both.
    Then there was his health. He glanced up at the starry sky again and then cursed and closed his eyes. There was no place to run from this.
    And at the moment Molly was the only thing that felt real to