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breath.
    “Then I'm going to town to get some supplies.”
    “I thought you were going home.”
    “Yes, home. To the resort, the cabins, the bathhouse. I can't go home, not yet, I just got here.”
    He ground his teeth. He could have sworn she said she was going home. She couldn't go to town. She might hear something. He couldn't afford to have idle gossip spoil the whole plan. “I'm going to town. I'll get whatever you need.”
    “I want to see it.”
    “There's nothing to see,” he said.
    “There must be something.”
    “A store. A bar. A bank. Houses. People don't see many tourists, so you'd likely be treated with suspicion.”
    “I'll explain I'm not a tourist.”
    “That's just the kind of thing that makes them suspicious.”
    “But...”
    “All right, I'll take you.” The idea of her walking around telling people who she was and why she was there made his skin crawl. If he went with her, he'd follow her around, stifle any conversation, filter any news, censor any talk.
    “I have my car,” she insisted. Damn, she was stubborn.
    “That's a three-mile walk to your car. A hundred-yard walk to my place, where I've got my truck parked.”
    “I don't want to trouble you. You've already done so much for me.”
    Whatever he'd done, it wasn't the right thing. If he had, she'd be packing up right now instead of talking about laying in supplies.
    “I'll make a fire for you. Then I'll drive you to town,” he said.
    “If you insist.”
    He insisted. His whole future was on the line. The future of the Bar Z Ranch. And it all hung on her. This woman who was a disastrous combination of stubborn determination, a gorgeous body and a complete inability to take care of herself out here. It was just a matter of time before she said she was going home and meant it. All he had to do was wait her out—and keep his hands off of her. It should be no problem. But when he lifted her back on the horse, this time behind him, he realized the change in position had only made things worse.
    Her breasts cushioned his back, sending tremors of lust rocketing through his body. Her breath was warm on the back of his neck, her hands laced across his chest, causing him to picture those slender fingers caressing his bare skin. He had to get rid of her. Now. Today. But how?

 
     
Chapter Three
     
     
    “You didn't quit your job or anything to come out here, did you?” Zeb asked casually that afternoon as they bounced along the rutted road toward the highway in his truck.
    “No. Why?”
    “The obvious reasons. You might not like it here. It's lacking in creature comforts. There's no way to earn a living. If that's a concern.”
    “Yes, it's a concern. I'm not independently wealthy. Although...”
    He turned his head to look at her. “Although what?”
    She pressed her lips together to keep from blurting out that she had a settlement from the divorce. It was none of his business. “Nothing.”
    They rode in silence until they hit the highway, then turned south toward the small town of Powderkeg.
    “There must be some way to make a living out here,” she said watching the rugged landscape pass by.
    “I'm starting to wonder,” he muttered.
    “But you do...make a living.”
    “Yeah, sure. But it ain't easy.”
    “I'm not looking for something easy.”
    “What are you looking for?”
    “Something different.”
    “From what?”
    “From what I was doing.”
    He lifted his hands off the steering wheel in an impatient gesture. “Which was?”
    “I'm a nurse.”
    He gave her a long, searching look she tried to ignore. But the heat from his gaze made her quiver with awareness. The lunch break had not done the trick. One look from those brilliant blue eyes and she was as light-headed as before. Her skin burned and she shivered deep inside. His eyes scorched a trail from her French-braided hair to her leather sandals, lingering on her breasts under her clean, wrinkled T-shirt. She could imagine his broad callused hands touching her