Then he turned and walked to his own vehicle. With a wave, he started it up and drove off. She sat there watching until the pickup disappeared around the other side of the ridgeline. What she needed to do, though, was to beat down the flood of desire that, even greater than her lust, made her long to give herself to him, give everything to him.
Recapture and hold on to the precious feeling of being loved and protected. She had to guard against making too much of this, weaving daydreams about something that might never happen. Yes, they desired each other. Yes, Duncan McAllister was a kind, caring, sympathetic neighbor. And he held her and kissed her just the way she wanted to be held and kissed.
But none of that necessarily meant he was interested in anything long-term or lasting. People her age indulged in brief, casual affairs all the time. No one-night stands or even friends-with-benefits for her. When she gave herself to a relationship, she gave everything. Hang on, Cowgirl, she told herself. Hold your heart back a little longer and see where this goes before you heedlessly, needlessly, run straight into heartbreak again. Chapter Thirteen A few hours later, cell phone on speaker, Duncan talked with his brother Brice while he drove back into Whiskey River.
Has some of the best views in the countyβperfect location for building high-priced condos. Any bright ideas on how I might be able to prove or disprove the theory? And makes me even madder to imagine some lazy S.
So how goes it, Romeo? Has the lady fallen for your charm yet? Now he had an ace in his pocket. Time to see if he could win the hand with it. Marshall Thomason was known to frequent the place, chatting up locals about what was happening in the area, always looking for business opportunities or trolling for lovelies willing to take him home for the night. He turned out to be lucky on both counts. No vivacious blondes in sightβand Marshall sat at a table talking with Ryder Ford and two other business-suited men.
