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Hadley almost yelped as a large hand skimmed beneath the hem of her top and traced upward over her rib cage to the lower curve of her breast. Awkwardly looming over Liam’s bed, her hands wrapped around an increasingly unhappy feline, she glanced at Liam’s face and noticed that while his eyes remained closed, one corner of his lips had lifted into a half smile.
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Liam was having an amazing dream. He lay on a couch in front of a roaring fire with a woman draped across him. Her long hair tickled his chin as his hands swept under her shirt, fingers tracing her ribs. Her bare skin was warm and soft beneath his caress and smelled like lavender and vanilla.
It was then he realized whom he held. He whispered her name as his palm discovered the swell of her breast. His fingertips grazed across her tight nipple and her body quivered in reaction, He smiled. A temptress lurked beneath her professional reserve and he was eager to draw her out. Before he could caress further, however, something landed on his chest with a thump.
The dream didn’t so much dissolve as shatter. One second he was inches away from heaven, the next he was sputtering after having his breath knocked out. His eyes shot open. Darkness greeted him. His senses adjusted as wakefulness returned.
The silken skin from his dream was oh so real against his fingers. As was the disturbed breathing that disrupted the room’s silence.
“Hadley?”
She was looming over his bed, frozen in place, her arms extended several inches above his body. “Waldo got out of my room and came in here. I was trying to lift him off you when you...” Her voice trailed off. She gathered the large gray cat against her chest and buried her face in his fur.
Liam realized his hand was still up her pajama top, palm resting against her side, thumb just below the swell of her breast. The willpower it took to disengage from the compromising position surprised him.
“I was dreaming...” He sat up in bed and rubbed his face to clear the lingering fog of sleep. “Somehow you got tangled up in it.”
“You were dreaming of me?” She sounded more dismayed than annoyed.
He reached for the fading dream and confirmed that she had been the object of his passion. “No.” She’d already pegged him as a womanizer; no need to add fuel to the fire. “The woman in my dream wasn’t anyone I knew.”
“Perhaps it was Margaret Garner.”
It frustrated him that she continued to believe Maggie was his daughter. “That’s possible, since I never met her.” His tone must have reflected his frustration because Hadley stepped away from his bed.
“I should get back to my room. Sorry we woke you.”
“No problem.” Liam waited until the door closed behind her before he toppled backward onto the mattress.
The sheer insanity of the past few moments made him grin. Had she really sneaked into his room to fetch the cat? Picturing what must have happened while he slept made him chuckle. He wished he could have seen her face. He’d bet she’d blushed from her hairline to her toes. Hadley didn’t have the brazen sensuality of the women who usually caught his interest. She’d never show up half dressed in his hotel room and pout because he’d rather watch a football game than fool around. Nor would she stir up gossip in an attempt to capture his attention. She was such a straight arrow. Her honesty both captivated and alarmed him.
Rather than stare sleepless at the ceiling, Liam laid his forearm over his eyes and tried to put Hadley out of his mind. However, vivid emotions had been stirred while he’d been unconscious. Plus, he was having a hard time forgetting the oh-so-memorable feel of her soft skin. With his body in such a heightened state of awareness, there was no way Liam was going to just fall back asleep. Cursing, he rolled out of bed and headed for the shower. Might as well head to the barn and catch up on paperwork.
Three hours later he’d completed the most pressing items and headed out to the barn to watch the trainers work the two-year-olds. At any time, there were between twenty and thirty horses in various stages of training.
They held classes and hosted clinics. For the last few years, Liam had taught a group of kids under ten years old who wanted to learn the ins and outs of competitive reining. They were a steely-eyed bunch of enthusiasts who were more serious about the sport than many adults. At the end of every class, he thanked heaven it would be a decade before he had to compete against them.
“Hey, boss. How’re the colts looking?” Jacob Stevens, Liam’s head trainer, had joined him near the railing.
“Promising.” Liam had been watching for about an hour. “That bay colt by Blue is looking better all the time.”
