Whatever the reason, when he felt her soft, pliable body beneath his hands heâd displayed all the finesse of a steam roller.
Flint stepped off the porch and headed for the east pasture to check on the herd. He had to forget the feel of Jenna pressed against him, the taste of her lips clinging to his.
He shook his head. Why heâd allowed her to get under his skin remained a mystery. But one thing was certain. No matter what her eyes promised or how tempting the moment became, he wouldnât let it happen again. Heâd learned long ago that beyond the green of his money, he was nothing more than a dust covered cowboy with very little to offer a woman. It was a lesson heâd learned the hard way. And he kept the diamond necklace heâd bought for his ex-wife in a glass dome in his office to make sure it was one he wouldnât forget.
Heâd just been too long without a womanâs softness, thatâs all, he reasoned. Every man needed physical release from time to time. And he was overdue. Way overdue.
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Jenna lay awake long after she left Flint. Sheâd had time to reflect on the incident, and her anger had cooled towardhim, but not with herself. He might have initiated the encounter, but she could have called a halt to it at any time.
So why hadnât she?
She stared at the ceiling, listening to Flint climb the stairs and go into his room. What was there about the man that made her so spineless? Had he been as effected by their kiss as sheâd been?
Sheâd been kissed many times before and never felt the way she had tonight. But the moment heâd taken her into his arms, her common sense had flown away like a big, green bird.
Not even Danâs kisses had brought her to such a fevered state. And sheâd loved him.
A mix of guilt and sadness suffused her when she thought of the young man sheâd promised to marry. By now they should have been getting ready to celebrate their sixth anniversary. But life had taught her that plans change and guarantees for happiness werenât handed out for the asking. Dan had died that day on the dirt floor of the rodeo arena, and sheâd had to learn to get on with her life.
Jenna impatiently wiped a tear from the corner of her eye, turned to her side and forced herself to relax. Sheâd wasted enough time feeling sorry for herself. She had a new horse to work with tomorrow, and she needed rest to meet the challenge. Besides, trying to figure out her reaction to Flint McCray was like trying to solve a crossword puzzle with no clues.
Drifting toward the peacefulness of sleep, the sound of shots being fired brought her to instant awareness. Rolling to the side of the bed, she landed on the polished hardwood floor with a jarring thump. Her hand hit the nightstand, and something sharp pierced her palm, but after a startled cry, she ignored the pain and began inching her way toward the door.
Maybe she should reexamine her position on insisting Flint honor their contract, she thought, her heart pounding hard against her ribs. If she was going to have to dodge rifle slugs, sheâd be more than glad to go.
When the door crashed open, Jenna barely had time to cover her head with her hands before a large body landed on top of her.
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âW hat in Godâs name are you doing on the floor?â Flint roared.
He levered himself to a sitting position. The light of the moon, shining through the part in the curtains, illuminated Jennaâs still form and the thin line of blood trickling down the side of her face. His heart stalled right then and there. He couldnât tell the extent of her injuries, but clasping her shoulders, he hauled her up into his arms.
âIâmâ¦warning youâ¦McCrayââ she took a deep breath ââif this keeps up, Iâm going to demand hazardous-duty pay in addition to my regular fee.â
âDid you see or hear someone?â he asked, cradling her to his
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