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He bent and kissed her again. “This is becoming habit-forming,” he murmured against her soft lips.
Her arms slid around his neck. “Is it?”
He chuckled as his lips opened on hers. “Very...!”
The kiss caught fire. They clung to each other in the quiet room, the kiss growing deeper and harder and more insistent by the minute.
Abby moaned. He pulled her up and stood up with her, putting her back just a little with his hands on her shoulders.
He cleared his throat. “We might ration these things. You know, so they don’t get too intense.”
“Whatever you want,” she said, still reeling from his ardor.
He looked down at her face and smiled slowly. He liked the way she looked, a little dazed and more than a little interested in him. “But we might practice a little every so often, so we don’t forget how.”
She laughed softly. “I’d like that.”
“So would I. I have to get back to work.”
“Lucy wants you to come to supper Saturday,” she said abruptly. “She made you something at school.”
“Did she?” His face brightened. “I’d love to come to supper Saturday, in that case.”
“Then we’ll expect you. About six?”
He bent and rubbed his nose against hers. “About six. And don’t you go kissing other men.”
Her eyebrows arched. “Well, I never!”
He grinned and started to speak.
“I never did that yet, either, and you stop right there!” she said firmly. “And don’t you go kissing other women,” she added huffily.
“What other women?” he asked, and his eyes were soft and probing.
She cleared her throat again. “Saturday.”
He nodded. He smiled. “Saturday.”
She watched him drive away with her heart in her throat. It was, so far, the best day of her recent life.
HORACEWHATLEYWANTEDto be bailed out of jail. Lassiter calmed him down.
“Listen,” he told his cellmate, “you’re the only person standing between your sister’s new boyfriend and your inheritance. If he can land you in prison or, better yet, find a way to kill you, he can marry her and then she can have an accident.”
Horace gasped. “No! Surely he wouldn’t hurt her! She’s such a gentle person!”
“He assaulted another woman in Denver and almost killed her,” Lassiter replied. “She had him prosecuted. He served two years of a six-year sentence. His lawyer got him out on appeal.”
He groaned. “Can’t we do anything to save her?” he asked miserably.
“We’re working on that. Meanwhile, you’re in here with me and, believe me, nobody’s touching you.”
Horace stared at the other man with wide, innocent eyes. “You don’t even know me,” he began.
“Mr. Whatley, everybody in Catelow knows you,” he said. “You’re important to the people who live here.”
“M-me?” the other man stammered, flushing. “But I lied about my experience with cattle management, and I made up a story about a body...” The flush got worse.
