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home?
    “ Shouldn’t you stay here
for a few days, until you’re stronger?”
    Carly wouldn’t have been more jolted
if he’d slapped her in the face.
    Tilting her chin, and with a wave of
her hand in dismissal, she jumped out of the bed before he could
stop her again. Standing on her tiptoes, she wrapped her arms
tightly around his neck, and planted a kiss on his smooth cheek.
Breathing in the smell of soap and musk cologne on his skin, her
frustration melted away.
    “ I’ve missed you,” she
whispered against his lips.
    Carly swore she’d never leave him
again, not even for a day, even if she needed to hog-tie him and
whip him into submission.
    Pressing closer into his body, she
nestled into his solidity. Her cotton gown became an irksome
obstruction between their bodies. She wanted to be naked in his
arms, to have his mouth inflicting pleasure to her
senses.
    He stood statue-still.
    “ They’re only bruises,
Chance. I won’t break if you hug me.” She stared up at him and did
her best impression of a seductress.
    Her mouth met his. He tensed when she
swept her tongue across his bottom lip. An instant heat started in
the pit of her stomach and slid downward. Her core twitched with
desire and her nerve endings became tingly receptors.
    Rocking against him, Carly rotated her
hips in silent summons. She smiled when he grew hard against her
stomach, stretching his jeans to their limit.
    Did he want her like she wanted
him?
    Pulling back enough to peer up at him,
she moistened her lips. She opened her mouth to say something along
the lines of using the bed when the door opened. The unwelcomed
interruption drenched her in cold water. The heat between her
thighs fizzled. Carly peeked beyond Chance’s shoulder in
irritation. Lila, her best friend, strolled into the room and came
to a dead stop when she saw Chance. Carly managed a tight smile.
She loved Lila, but the woman had awful timing.
    “ Well, well.” She cocked a
thin brow. “Look what the cat dragged in. Did I barge in on
something?”
    “ Good to see you, Lila.”
Chance’s rugged expression belied his words.
    Carly sighed. Her husband and Lila had
never hit it off. She’d been the referee more times than she could
remember.
    “ Do you seriously mean
you’re glad?” Lila’s reservation tinged her tone.
    Carly moved away from Chance and
positioned herself between the two. “I didn’t know you were
stopping over, Lila.”
    “ Apparently.” Lila flicked
a heated gaze at Chance.
    “ I’ll step out while you
get dressed.” Chance crossed the room toward the door.
    “ Are you sure you don’t
want to stay and help?” Carly teased. She wanted to continue what
they’d started after Lila left.
    Chance’s mouth kinked at the corner.
“I’d like to stay—”
    “ But I need to speak to
him,” Lila interjected. “I need his opinion on a horse I have my
eye on. Is it okay if I steal him for a minute?”
    Carly looked from Chance to Lila
cautiously. Together they were like oil and water. “Sure, but only
for a minute. If I hear one raise in tone, I will not be happy and
the two of you will be in big trouble. All that I want to do right
now is get out of here and head home. My place is at the Swift
Wind.”
    Carly reached inside her closet and
sifted through clothes on metal hangers. She pulled out a flowered,
sack-shaped dress and wrinkled her nose. She gave the conservative
number a toss onto the bed. She dug out a silk pants suit and read
the still-attached price tag. The astronomical number made her
shudder and shake her head. The outfit was something she’d wear to
a meeting at an office, not on a ranch. Not her taste at all. “No
wonder I left these clothes behind when I moved out.”
    Giving up, she settled for the only
decent clothing she could find that didn’t scream old maid. A worn
Aerosmith concert t-shirt left over from college and a pair of
jeans with more holes than a slice of Swiss cheese. She loved those
jeans. She checked her