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“I’ve been wanting to touch you like this forever,” Patti admitted.

“I’ve been wanting to show you howIfeel, too.“ He was desperate to pull her in tight to him, to push his body up against hers. But he knew, instinctively that now wasn’t the time.

“I just thought you found me silly.”

“You’re silly in the most wonderful way,” Trent said, his lips curling into a smile. “But you know what? If we get through this—and I know that we will—you might just learn thatIcan be a bit silly, too.”

“You? Silly? I don’t believe it.” She moistened her lips. Trent felt lust surge up in him, powerful and impossible to ignore.

“When I’m your Daddy,” he growled, “you’ll have to trust me. Or there’ll be hell to pay, young lady.”

“Yes, sir,” she said, her breathing short and sharp.

“Don’t worry,” he said, “you’ll pick it up in no time.”

Time stood still.

Before Trent knew what was happening, he closed the gap between the two of them, and his hungry lips found hers.

Such soft lips. Such warm skin. Her body pushed into him as Trent enjoyed every second of the closeness; the taste of her tongue, the sound of her sighs, the tight fullness of her curves, squashed into his hard body.

He deepened the kiss further and she responded eagerly, her hands roaming all over his body as their tongues danced together. He could feel himself getting hard, but then he forced himself to break away; panting heavily and searching for something else to say or do that didn’t involve him pushing her down onto the bed right there and then.

But before he could say a word, Patti opened her mouth. “Bagels and butterscotch!” She almost looked woozy.

“Bagels and…”

“Butterscotch, Daddy. You just… did something to my insides. I’m all topsy-turvy.”

Trent smiled. She’d called him Daddy. That must have been one hell of a kiss. “Me too, little one.”

It was only then he realized he was still grasping the test results in his hand.

“Now,” he continued, “no more kissing today. We’ve got to get down to work.”

She nodded at him, but let out a little whine. “Really? No more kissing?”

“Don’t worry,” he said. “There will be more. But we’ve got to do this properly. Follow the rules.”

“Rules? Rules are boring.”

He tutted. “Not true, Little ones. The sterner the rules, the more fun it is to break them.”

She bit her lip again, and he fought the urge to tell her exactly what he’d like to do with that pretty mouth.

Fuck. This was going to be interesting.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Ittookaninhumaneffort, but Trent managed to keep his hands off Patti for the rest of the day. Thank god for the other staff members they’d had to interact with. If it hadn’t been for the fact that—in general—it’s frowned upon to just start fucking in front of other people, the two of them may have ended up a lot more close than Trent had been planning.

He hadn’t been ready for the chemistry between the two of them. Even though they were dealing with a potentially disastrous situation, he couldn’t help but fantasize about Patti all day long.

And heknewthat she was doing the same.

Somehow, though, the two of them managed to work well together. The first part of the job was to put together an action plan for quarantining and monitoring the animals. They worked with Benjamin, the foreman of the ranch, to set aside a barn for that job. Patti was invaluable. She clearly had a shrewd mind, and a head for organization and logistics.

Focus on her mind, Trent. Stop drooling over her body.

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