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| 0d1173f | Zane helped Maya down from her horse, then reached for Phoebe. He was stunned when he felt her cold, soaked clothes. "Run a bath," he yelled to the housekeeper. He turned back to Phoebe. "Can you feel your toes?" "No, and I don't want to. They're going to hurt." Maya came over and wrapped an arm around her. "Don't sweat it, Zane. I'll make sure she gets warmed up. See what happens when you cross a river. When I get back to the city, I'm not.. | Susan Mallery | ||
| fc0e2d4 | She was well into her course of self-recrimination when he returned. The flap parted, and a very wet Zane crawled in beside her. "You okay?" he asked, as he set down the flashlight and touched her cheek. "Getting warm?" She nodded, then sniffed. "I'm sorry." His dark eyes crinkled slightly as he smiled. "It was worth it." "What?" "I get to say I told you so." She sniffed again. "You're not mad?" "Because I had to go out in the rain, in the .. | Susan Mallery | ||
| 0f04776 | Condom," she gasped. A movement stopped. "What?" Phoebe felt the earth open up in preparation of swallowing her. How could she have not mentioned this before? "I'm not on anything right now," she whispered. "Birth control. I'm not on the Pill." She gestured helplessly. "Shit, fuck, damn." Disappointment tied her in knots. "I was really only interested in that middle part," she joked." -- | Susan Mallery | ||
| 5072d4a | Shit, fuck, damn." Disappointment tied her in knots. "I was really only interested in that middle part," she joked." | Susan Mallery | ||
| 545c30a | It's not all about hitting. There's an art to it. A talent. You need power but also smarts. When to hit and where. You have to outthink your opponent. It's not all about size. Determination and experience play a part." "Like in business," she said. "The skill set translates." She wrinkled her nose. "Doesn't it hurt when you get hit?" "Some. But boxing is what I knew. Without it, I would have just been some kid on the streets." "You're .. | Susan Mallery | ||
| ef13ed5 | He reached for her and she went willingly into his arms. He kissed her deeply, feeling the waves of shivers washing through her. Even as his mouth claimed hers, his hands were everywhere. Tracing the length of her spine, squeezing the curve of her butt, sliding up her hips to her waist. There was a confidence to Duncan, a sureness that allowed her to relax. His strength made her want to surrender, because being around him was inherently sa.. | Susan Mallery | ||
| d9f2668 | All the novices looked as if they could be blown off their mounts by a stiff wind. He didn't usually allow for second-guessing, but he was about to make an exception. Deciding to go forward with the cattle drive had been about the stupidest idea he'd ever had. "Ready to go, boss?" Frank asked as he rode up. Zane let his gaze settle on the two kids, then he shook his head. "No, but we're leaving anyway." Frank grinned. "Me and the boys are t.. | Susan Mallery | ||
| d61f74f | I'm going to kill him. I'm a lawyer. I can keep myself out of jail. | Susan Mallery | ||
| 5d5f9dd | All righty, then. They both liked the kissing and touching. An interesting fact that should have absolutely no bearing on their lives. Really. | Susan Mallery | ||
| 94866b2 | Zane Nicholson might not be big on conversation, but the man obviously knew his way around the bedroom...not to mention her body. | Susan Mallery | ||
| 475b51c | Talking to the animals? Is that really how you want to start your day?" "Manny was helping me get my life back on track. We're discussing life goals and career choices." Maya held up her hands. "Not before coffee, I beg you." | Susan Mallery | ||
| 6cc09a2 | Think I could get a job rustling cattle?" "Rustling? That's stealing." "Oh. I mean taking care of them." "You'd better learn your terms before you apply." | Susan Mallery | ||
| 87d18bc | Zane turned his attention to the bus. Phoebe got a bad feeling when she caught sight of the worn sandals, tie-dyed T-shirts and woven hats on the next couple to disembark. "Hey," the man said. "I'm Martin Lagarde and this is my wife, Andrea." The woman, a thirtysomething brunette with freckles and glasses, shook hands with Zane. "We're so excited to be here. Martin and I just love being in the outdoors. We've hiked all over, and last year w.. | Susan Mallery | ||
| 2e34d56 | Two starving kids and tree-hugging vegetarians. I'm going to kill Chase." Phoebe didn't blame him. Despite her lack of experience in the cattle-drive department, even she could see the potential for trouble. Then a familiar figure standing beside the driver caught her attention, and she waved. Maya grinned and waved back. "It's Maya," Phoebe said. Zane turned and followed her gaze. "Just perfect," he muttered as his ex-stepsister walked tow.. | Susan Mallery | ||
| 70d132a | It's Maya," Phoebe said. Zane turned and followed her gaze. "Just perfect," he muttered as his ex-stepsister walked toward them. "You're looking grim, Zane," Maya said cheerfully when she joined them. "Who died?" She smiled. "Oh, I forgot. You're just being your usual charming self." She squeezed his arm. "You've missed me, I know." Zane's eyes narrowed. "Like foot fungus." | Susan Mallery | ||
| a95ed15 | Welcome to Fool's Gold," Elaine said with a smile. Instead of her usual suit and high heels, Maya wore jeans, a long-sleeved shirt and boots. Her blond hair was pulled back in a braid. "You look like a local," Phoebe said. "Speaking of locals," Maya began, a note of warning in her voice. "Oh, shit," Zane said before she could continue. Phoebe looked toward the bus and immediately saw why Zane's face had gone a little ashen. The two crazy ol.. | Susan Mallery | ||
| 3212c00 | Besides her Zane muttered under his breath. She caught a handful of words. Something about being old, broken bones and a reference to hanging Chase from the lightning rod in the middle of a storm. | Susan Mallery | ||
| f7732b5 | But you were married. Didn't the former Mrs. Patrick tame you? | Susan Mallery | ||
| 638561d | valuable. We have to take care of them. | Susan Mallery | ||
| 7d95a91 | Which left one of two possibilities for her visitor. Chase or Zane. In her mind, it wasn't even a close vote. She crossed her fingers and walked to the door. When she pulled it open, she fully expected to see Chase standing in the hallway, because that was how her luck was running these days. Yet the man in front of her was tall, good-looking and had a mouth, she knew from personal experience, that could reduce grown women who should know b.. | Susan Mallery | ||
| 21a7413 | Evening," Zane said. It was a pretty wordy opening for him." | Susan Mallery | ||
| d7eb2b8 | Evening," Zane said. It was a pretty wordy opening for him. Phoebe debated inviting him in, then decided it would be too much like an offer to sleep with him. Instead of stepping back and pointing to the bed, which was really what she wanted to do, she moved down the hallway, shutting the door behind her, and did her best to look unimpressed. "Hi, Zane. How are the preparations coming?" He gave her one of his grunts, then shrugged. She took.. | Susan Mallery | ||
| 9707ec7 | Hi, Zane. How are the preparations coming?" He gave her one of his grunts, then shrugged. She took that to mean, "Great. And thanks so much for asking." | Susan Mallery | ||
| 392af4a | Evening," Zane said. It was a pretty wordy opening for him. Phoebe debated inviting him in, then decided it would be too much like an offer to sleep with him. Instead of stepping back and pointing to the bed, which was really what she wanted to do, she moved down the hallway, shutting the door behind her, and did her best to look unimpressed. "Hi, Zane. How are the preparations coming?" He gave her one of his grunts, then shrugged. She took.. | Susan Mallery | ||
| 72a5ef2 | The thick ropes of his control began to unravel. When she curled both arms around his neck, it seemed natural to place his around her waist and pick her up. She wrapped her legs around his hips, bringing herself in direct contact with his hard-on. It was paradise. It was pure torture. He swore. She broke the kiss and smiled at him. "So you find me annoying, but you still want me," she whispered. "I don't find you annoying." He pushed agains.. | Susan Mallery | ||
| e066e00 | Ladies," he said as he stepped forward. "I'm afraid we don't have enough tents or saddles to add you to the group." "I already tried to stop them," Elaine said, "but they insisted." She turned to Phoebe. "Eddie and Gladys are known for being a little hardheaded." "Among other things," Maya added wryly. "That one's Eddie, and that one's Gladys," she said, pointing. "We're not additions," Eddie said, "we're replacements." Gladys dug through .. | Susan Mallery | ||
| e6db198 | Vegetarians." Cookie muttered something under his breath. "I ain't cooking no tofu. I'll quit first." "Fine by me. You cook what you like. I just wanted you to know." "Vegetarians." Cookie washed his hands, then attacked the lettuce. Frank walked into the kitchen. "Everything's all set, boss. Tents, saddles, supplies. Cookie's wagon is loaded, except for the fresh stuff. We have a schedule set up. You'll get a delivery every afternoon." Za.. | Susan Mallery | ||
| 7a7a5ba | Billy, you got that there barbecue ready yet, boy?" "Yes, sir. Coals are hot and gray. You wanted them gray, didn't you, Cookie?" "What color gray?" There was a pause. "Sort of medium." "Huh." Cookie closed the back door and grinned at Zane. "I screw with him because he makes it so easy." | Susan Mallery | ||
| 3382094 | His brain might know that she was all wrong, but his dick kept pointing in her direction. | Susan Mallery | ||
| c1a01de | head. | Susan Mallery | ||
| e97f918 | Where's Chase?" Maya said. "I want to guilt him into getting my bags for me." Zane gave a sigh of the long-suffering. "How many?" "Four, but two of them are small." "You're going on a cattle drive, not touring the capitals of Europe." Maya leaned toward Phoebe. "He's always crabby when people invade his precious ranch. Hmm. Actually he's crabby most of the time." Zane's scowl didn't seem to affect Maya, who linked arms with Phoebe, then use.. | Susan Mallery | ||
| e66ecf8 | You're right," Phoebe said. "We both need coffee." "And a change in subject. Come on. Zane sent me to find you and bring you back for breakfast." She grinned. "Apparently he's worried about you." "He worries about everyone," Phoebe said, trying not to be pleased by Maya's words. "It's his nature." "That's true. Zane would love to be in charge of the world. He gets off on bossing people around." "It's not that," Phoebe said. "He takes his re.. | Susan Mallery | ||
| 0a8f00d | What will you do if you lose your real estate license?" "I've been trying to figure that out. I need to have a plan. So far, nothing's been coming to me. I was talking to Manny about it and--" She broke off. "Just so you know, Manny doesn't answer." "Good thing. If he did, I'd worry about you both." "I would hope so. Anyway, I don't have a plan yet. I always thought I'd stay in LA, but having been out here has shown me that maybe I'd like s.. | Susan Mallery | ||
| 23fe798 | You're right," Phoebe said. "We both need coffee." "And a change in subject. Come on. Zane sent me to find you and bring you back for breakfast." She grinned. "Apparently he's worried about you." "He worries about everyone," Phoebe said, trying not to be pleased by Maya's words. "It's his nature." "That's true. Zane would love to be in charge of the world. He gets off on bossing people around." "It's not that," Phoebe said. "He takes his re.. | Susan Mallery | ||
| 37228d1 | Zane isn't for me," she said firmly. Maya laughed. "That sounds really good, but I can't help wondering who you're trying to convince." | Susan Mallery | ||
| 6792c81 | Zane liked her. At least Chase thought he did, and she was gone enough on the man to be willing to accept the gospel truth from a seventeen-year-old. | Susan Mallery | ||
| 16aa9ae | Instead she was struck by the thought that she'd never felt worthy. That was the reason she was always rescuing the world. She was trying to earn her way into heaven. Barring that, she was trying to earn her way into happiness. | Susan Mallery | ||
| 7072436 | The combination of his teeth gently grating on her skin and his tongue flicking back and forth was the most erotic experience of her life. A sad statement on her sexual experiences, but still true. | Susan Mallery | ||
| 320f535 | The first was that he drew her earlobe into his mouth and sucked. It didn't sound like much. Had someone described the event to her she would have been mildly impressed, but not overly so. However, having it actually happen was very different. | Susan Mallery | ||
| 5e601f3 | It was heaven. Pure and simple paradise. Even as he kissed his way along her neck, his palms circled, his fingers kneaded, and she sent up the white flag of surrender. | Susan Mallery | ||
| 507efa9 | Reason returned and she wanted to wince. Had she really begged him not to stop? "I, um, want to tell you--" She broke off, not sure what she wanted to say to him. She looked at his face, but the night was too dark for her to be able to see what he was thinking. Besides, how was she supposed to think when the man's hands were still down her pants?" | Susan Mallery | ||
| 30c8b2f | I have to know," he murmured. Know? Know what? Before she could ask, he moved his right hand across her hip to her belly, then slipped it down between her legs. His fingers slipped across slick, swollen flesh. They both sucked in a breath. He pulled his hand free and carefully zipped and buttoned her jeans. About fourteen thousand questions flashed through her brain, but she settled for the most important one. "What did you have to know?" ".. | Susan Mallery | ||
| 44213f9 | coffee | Susan Mallery | ||
| f3d1bfc | She'd been so hopeful that people would forget her. | Susan Mallery |