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for more. Before long, Clint was holding her completely over the tub as she held on to the edge with both hands behind her back. When he stopped again, Abigail’s eyes snapped open.
    â€œWhat’s wrong?” she asked breathlessly.
    Looking down at the tub, Clint replied, “I think we moved that thing halfway across the room.”
    He might have stretched the truth a little, but the tub obviously wasn’t in the spot where it had started. Reluctantly, Abigail set her feet down and tried to lean forward. She had barely sat upright before Clint lifted her up and carried her to the bed. Abigail’s eyes were as wide as her smile by the time she was set down again.
    â€œSweeping a lady off her feet?” she mused.
    Clint stood in front of the bed as she opened her legs and scooted even closer to the edge of the mattress. “I aim to please,” he said.
    â€œThen get back over here and please me.”
    Abigail wrapped her legs around Clint’s waist and locked her ankles behind him. She barely gave him enough time to guide himself into her before pulling him in closer and driving him deeper inside. She leaned back on the bed and stretched out her arms to grab hold of the blankets as Clint picked up his rhythm. The faster he pumped between her thighs, the louder she moaned.
    As he thrust in and out of her, Clint reached down to rub a hand along the taut muscles of her thigh. Clint admired the way each inhale brought out the layers of muscle in her trim body and how every exhale set that body to quivering.
    Soon Abigail clenched her eyes shut and ground her hips against him. Her climax was powerful enough for Clint to feel as it rippled through her body. While she was still riding that sensation, she looked at him and thrust her hips with a rhythm of her own as if she were the one riding him.
    Needless to say, it was one hell of a ride.

SEVEN
    Abigail lay in the bathtub with her arms draped along the sides and her head resting on the dented metal edge. Even though she was basically simmering in a giant stewpot, she couldn’t stop smiling. “This,” she sighed, “is the life.”
    Having pulled on his jeans, Clint sat on the edge of the bed. Just watching her, he couldn’t help smiling either. “It sure is. Now I don’t have to look at your dirty face anymore.”
    Snapping her head around to glare at him, Abigail swatted her hand against the water to send a generous splash his way. “You could always leave, smartass!”
    â€œNot now. After what we just did, you got me all dirty, too.”
    â€œFunny, you didn’t seem to mind when it was happening.”
    Walking over to the tub, Clint sat on the edge and looked down at her naked body in the water. “I sure didn’t and I don’t mind right now. I was just thinking our ride would be a lot easier if we were both clean.”
    â€œOur ride?” Abigail asked. “You mean the both of us?”
    â€œSure. That is, unless you had better plans.”
    She squinted and grabbed the soap that lay beside the tub. “I thought you were all wrapped up in your card game.”
    Clint shrugged. “I’m ahead a bit, but a few heavy hitters came into town and are starting to clean up.”
    â€œYou sure they ain’t just cheating?”
    â€œThey could be,” Clint replied. “What ever they’re doing, they’re costing a lot of people a lot of money. I’m not overly fond of Colonel Farelli, but it sounds like he may have a genuine problem.”
    â€œWhat do you have against the colonel?”
    â€œI was doing a favor for a supply sergeant a few years ago. Everything from guns and ammunition to boots and coats were disappearing from a couple different Army posts and I was asked to track down the robbers. Let’s just say the robber I found wasn’t exactly what the supply sergeant was expecting.”
    â€œFarelli?” Abigail asked.
    â€œYou got