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"You got a truck and a job, son," Brendan said, matching my time pace. "That's a hell of a lot more than most cowboys have to offer a girl."
I looked at him askance. "First time I've heard it put out that way," I admitted.
He shrugged. "Maybe I see things a little bit differently."
I nodded. "Maybe you do."
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By the time I rehung the door and fixed a few lightbulbs that were out of reach for a wild girl who couldn’t scale sheer walls and a blind man, I couldn't ignore the scents drifting from the kitchen. "
What are you cooking?" I asked Sienna, winding my arms around her waist and nuzzling her hair.
She sighed, leaning back into me, letting me take her weight as she stirred a giant pot on the stove top.
“Pumpkin vegetable stew.”
"Sounds good."
"It was Mom's favourite. And daddy’s before."
I kissed the top of her head. “Now it'll be my favourite, too."
She gave my arm a squeeze and tipped her head back for a sweetest kiss that left me wanting to see her in a white dress and a bump beneath my hands.
Where the hell is this coming from?
What I told Brenton was the truth. I had nothing to offer her apart from a dusty pick up and some shitty trinkets I sold up and down the country on a three month circuit that happened to include Red Hart on an almost weekly basis when she was around.
Nothing more, though I was a whole lot less than I wanted to be for her.
Dinner was a quiet affair, Brendan, opting to eat at his rocker while the sun’s warmth drained from the back of the house, dipping beyond the mountains. The purple blue light left a haze over the house. The shadows lengthened to touch the trees, and I realised that was where Longside earned its name.
"Sleep with me."
Sienna tugged on my hand, drawing me into her room. Two patchwork quilts were lined up diagonally across her bed. An old stuffed bear sat on a matching patchwork cushion. An open cupboard revealed the long dresses and blousy shirts she preferred, and a handful of different coloured leather boots.
When she reached under the neckline of her shirt, pushing it over her shoulder, I closed my hands around her, squeezing tight.
"Not in your daddy’s house, Sienna. " I rarely used her name, and she blinked at me.
"I can be quiet," she whispered, looking up at me through her lashes.
I smirked. "I'll never take any of those sounds from you wild girl." I curved my fingers along her cheekbone, tracing over her jaw and tucked her wild curls behind her ears so I could clasp the back of her neck, drawing her closer. Her lips parted in anticipation, the pink tip of her tongue wetting her bottom lip.
I nearly groaned aloud at the sight. "Jesus, Sienna."
She answered me with a knowing smile as her hands dropped over my chest beneath my shirt and lower to my beltline.
I caught her hands, squeezing them. "But tonight won't be a night for us.” I pressed a soft, sweet kiss to her lips, drawing back when her tongue probed at the seam of my mouth, seeking entrance. "Behave.” I grinned when her eyes narrowed. "Maybe we can go back to your cave another night?"
"Tonight?" She fiddled with the buttons on my shirt, sliding her fingers between them to touch my skin.
"Stop it." I backed up, keeping my smile light, though all I wanted to do was throw her on the bed and fuck both our brains out. "You horny little thing. Don't think I don't want you, Sienna."
She tilted her head to one side, studying me. "Then why?"
