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his mother stood on the
porch.
    "Cameron, is that you?" Ruth McCade called.
"Who's that with you? And where in the world is your car?"
    "It's Jessie," he said over his shoulder.
"My car broke down and she offered me a ride. I've invited her in,
but she's refusing."
    Jessie tried to stand straighter and bumped
Cameron's iron hard thighs. The contact jump-started her body. A
quick glance at his face showed awareness gleaming under
heavy-lidded eyes.
    She had to get away. She had to say
something. "Cameron, I really need to go--"
    "Jessie?" Ruth called from the porch. "Come
on in, darlin'. You know you're always welcome at the
Diamondback."
    Jessie frowned at Cameron, who was trying to
hide a smile. "You think this is funny, don't you?"
    He shrugged and laughed.
    Jessie leaned around him to answer his
mother, hoping her voice wouldn't betray what her body was feeling.
None of this was the least bit funny. "Thanks, Ruth. But it's
getting late. I need to get on home."
    Sidestepping away from Cameron, Jessie said,
"I'm leaving now."
    He reached for her hand and dropped his car
keys into her open palm, slowly closing her fingers, not letting
go. "Why don't you take a look at my car and see what's wrong?
Think you can handle it?"
    The heat of his touch made Jessie gasp. She
wanted to jerk her hand away. She wanted him to hold onto it
forever. One thing sure hadn't changed since Cameron had left Salt
Fork. Her body still responded to him like fire to gasoline. But
she wasn't a kid anymore. She lifted her chin. "Sure I can handle
it. There's nothing I'd like better."
    He arched one eyebrow and smiled again.
Jessie watched in fascination as two dimples played hide-and-seek
on either side of his mouth. Those clear blue eyes glittered
wickedly, and he tightened his hold on her hand.
    "Nothing?" he asked softly.
    The powerful yearning deep down inside
shell-shocked Jessie. Pure desire pumped through her bloodstream.
That one word was teasing, taunting. Did Cameron actually remember
the kisses they'd shared? Surely not . A man like Cameron
McCade wouldn't remember something like that.
    "You two going to stand here all night?"
    Jessie didn't know whether to be glad or
disappointed when Dallas McCade walked up and took his brother's
bag. The big rancher always intimidated her. Maybe it was the
habitual frown on the man's face.
    Cameron released her hand and grinned at his
brother, slapping his shoulder in greeting. "Hey, don't rush me. I
was saying goodbye to Jess."
    "Well, hurry it up. Mom's waiting." Dallas
turned and carried the bag to the house.
    Cameron stared at his brother's back.
"What's wrong with him? He didn't even say hello to you."
    Jessie shrugged and shook her head. She
wasn't going to explain Dallas's rudeness. Not here. Not
tonight.
    Cameron opened the truck door and waited for
her to climb in. He closed the door and motioned for her to roll
down the window. "I'll see you tomorrow . . . to check on my
car."
    Jessie nodded and managed a weak smile,
gunned the engine and threw the truck into reverse. She needed to
put as much distance as possible between her and Cameron McCade.
Shifting gears, she stomped on the gas pedal and left a trail of
dust behind her as she sped down the dirt road toward home.

Chapter Two

    Cameron watched the pickup plow down the
road until it was out of sight. Who would've thought he'd still
feel a sizzle of awareness for Jessie Kincaid? Not Kincaid; her
name is Devine. She's Jessie Devine now. Not the pretty girl
he'd taken to the prom, but a grown woman. A sexy and desirable
woman.
    The ride to the ranch had given him ample
opportunity to study her as she sat behind the steering wheel. The
cab of the truck had been dark; the greenish glow from the
instrument panel the only light. But it had been enough.
    Time had enhanced Jessie's beauty. The
coveralls couldn't hide her slender waist, the outline of her
breasts or the curve of her hips. Her wrists and hands were
delicate, strong enough to work on