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  He nodded. End of conversation.

  Silver surveyed his profile as he drove through the city. The man talked less than anyone she’d ever met. Did he do it on purpose or was he just that reticent? She’d told him numerous little snippets of information in the few times they’d met, and she still knew next to nothing about him. Well. That was about to change.

  “So tell me about yourself,” she said.

  Silence. Finally he looked across at her and she caught the first glint of humor in his eye that she’d seen since she met him. “You first.”

  “Okay.” If that would get him talking, she’d be glad to start. “You know I have a half brother. I was born in Virginia, raised near Charlottesville as an only child until Cal came to live with us when I was twelve. I studied for four years to get a teaching degree I’ve never used. Cal invited me out here when he bought his father’s place. I’m spending a month or two helping him get the house in order.”

  “And then what?”

  “Pardon?”

  “Will you go home again?”

  She shook her head, smiling. “How did you know that’s the one thing I can’t answer?”

  He arched an eyebrow, his gaze still on the street, but he didn’t say anything.

  She didn’t say anything, either, for a moment. But eventually she couldn’t stand the silence. “I don’t really want to go home. I’ve been thinking of visiting a friend in London.”

  “Why don’t you want to go home?”

  She shrugged. “I feel sort of in the way if you want the truth. Mother and Daddy are retired, ready to travel and enjoy life, but I think they feel that if I’m around they still need to be there. Plus they’re determined to marry me off.”

  He glanced at her, one long arm draped over the steering wheel with utter assurance. “Anyone in particular?”

  She laughed but she didn’t really think the question was funny. “Oh, they’re particular, all right. Particularly determined to find me the perfect Southern gentleman. Yuck.” She crossed her arms. “That’s the big reason I don’t want to go home.”

  “So get a job and get your own place.”

  She wasn’t about to tell him that she could afford several of her own places without ever lifting a finger. “That’s sound advice.” She paused. “Your turn.”

  “My turn to what?”

  “Talk.” She shook a finger playfully at him. “I just told you my life story. Now it’s your turn.”

  He lifted a shoulder as he flipped on the turn signal. “My brother Marty and I inherited the family ranch when my dad passed away nine years ago. Six years ago, my mother married a widower from Sioux Falls and they moved to Florida. She’s still there enjoying the sunshine.” He braked and shifted the truck into park, gesturing out the window with his hand. “Let’s get something to eat.”

  She hadn’t been paying attention and she was startled to see that they were parked in the lot of a bar and grill kind of restaurant. She glanced down at the ratty old clothing she’d been wearing since the early-morning hours. “I hope they don’t dress up in there.”

  “Smile at them,” Deck advised as he came around and opened her door. “They’ll never know what you’re wearing.”

  In the act of sliding down from the seat of the truck she paused, looking up at him with surprise. “Thank you,” she said. “That was a lovely compliment.”

  Deck’s lips twitched. She wondered what it would take to get him to smile. “Enjoy it. I’m not much on flowery talk.”

  “I’m not one who needs it,” she told him.

  To her shock, he lifted a hand and smoothed a quirky tendril of hair back from her cheek, his rough fingers brushing over her sensitive skin. “Maybe not, but you deserve it.”

  She opened her mouth, realized she had no earthly idea how to respond to that and closed it again.

  Deck stepped away and took her elbow as she slipped down from the high seat, then slammed the door and started toward the restaurant, still cupping her elbow. A low sound caught her ear, and she glanced at him, surprised and startled. “Are you laughing?”

  He shrugged, his expression a perfect poker face. “It’s good to know that paying you a compliment shuts you up.”

  They ate sitting at the bar in the big room in the front of the restaurant, and she was grateful to Deck. The other patrons looked as if they’d come straight from their barns and her faded clothing wasn’t a problem at all. There were several cowboys there who knew Deck, and if she was the only one who noticed he barely had to utter a word in all the chattering the other men did, nobody said anything. Then again, if he was always like this, they’d be used to it, wouldn’t they?

  While she drank a cup of coffee to help ward off the exhaustion that was rolling over her, Deck slid off his stool beside her and walked a few feet away to talk to a couple of men seated in one of the booths.

  A jean-clad thigh pressing against hers jolted her out of her stupor. Startled, she slid her leg away, but the man who’d plopped himself down on the next stool only spread himself out more until his thigh pressed against hers again, leaning one elbow on the bar and smiling at her.

  He was young and cocky—that was the first thing she noticed. Definitely a bad case of the “what-a-prize-I-am” syndrome.

  The second thing she noticed was his hand. It hovered over her thigh for a moment, then settled just above her knee as if it belonged there. Without thinking, she reached down and picked it up, deliberately placing it on the bar. “Excuse me, but I’m not part of the furniture.”

  “I didn’t think you were, sweet thing.” He leaned closer, smiling at her with big blue eyes that probably got him results most of the time. “I’m Jeffery. Can I buy you a drink while we get to know each other?”

  “No, thank you.” She turned back to her coffee, hoping he’d take the hint, but of course someone so sure of his own charm couldn’t believe she wasn’t interested.

  “Okay. How bout we go dancing? You look like a girl who’s got rhythm.”

  She was tempted to tell him his pickup lines needed serious work. Instead, she kept looking into her coffee.

  “Aw, come on, gorgeous, I can tell you and I have a lot in common. My truck’s right outside—”

  “And if you want to live to drive it again you’d better get your ass back in it now.” The voice came from behind them, low and flat and deadly serious.

  Jeffery turned around belligerently, but when he saw the tall, dark-featured cowboy in the black hat, he held up both hands in a placatory gesture. “Sorry, buddy. She was sitting here all alone. I didn’t know she was taken.”

  “Get out.” Deck’s voice cracked like a whip.

  The younger man’s eyes flared wide, and he scrambled off the stool so fast he nearly fell. As he beat a hasty retreat, Deck’s eyes met Silver’s. The deep black anger in them shocked her. “Are you about finished there?”

  She nodded. Her legs were trembling, but she stood obediently and let him lead her out of the bar. There was an aura of leashed violence that surrounded Deck in an almost tangible manner. Still, she was a modern woman.

  “I could have handled him, but thank you for your assistance. Your method undoubtedly worked faster than mine would have.”

  They walked across the gravel to his truck as she spoke. Leading her around to the passenger side, he opened the door and she slid in quickly, avoiding his eyes. He still didn’t speak. What was he thinking? He was definitely annoyed—he wasn’t angry with her, was he?

  “What’s the matter with you?” she demanded as he paced back to the driver’s side and slid in. “You’re acting like I did something wrong.”

  He shook his head and slid the key into the ignition, then fired up the engine.

  “Wait a minute.” She grabbed his arm before he put the truck in gear. “Don’t you ignore me!”

  The words had barely left her mouth before he reached for her, taking her upper arms and hauling her over the seat into his lap. Tipping her backward so that sh
e had to clutch at his shoulders for balance, he looked down into her startled face. “I don’t like seeing another man’s hands on you.” His voice was deep and harsh, his features fierce.

  The words would never qualify as romantic, but his rough, matter-of-fact statement touched a waiting heat deep in her body. Her heart seemed to drop to the pit of her stomach and she inhaled a sharp breath, her heartbeat speeding up until it hammered in her throat like a trapped bird at a window.

  And as she stared at him, stunned and needy, he lowered his head and took her mouth.

  His lips were firm, warm and not in the least tentative. With bold intent, he molded her mouth until she whimpered deep in her throat. The world receded and all she could feel was the hot demand of his mouth, the strength in his corded arms as his hands came around her to pull her hard against him.

  “Kiss me,” he growled against the sealed line of her lips. His arms felt like two steel bands holding her in place, and his body was so hot she could feel him burning her right through her clothing. “Kiss me.”

  She’d never been manhandled like this in her life.

  She loved it.

  Like soft butter she melted against him, opening her mouth to admit his tongue, and it was as if her small yielding ripped away whatever restraints Deck had placed on himself. His tongue plunged into her mouth and plunged again. He pulled her more fully across his lap, lying across his lap as she was, his arms turning her and drawing her even closer until her breasts were flattened against his hard chest. His right hand roved from her waist down over the curve of her bottom to her thigh, and she felt his palm curl around her, dragging her leg up so that she was curled around him like a honeysuckle vine.

  She slid her hands from his shoulders up and over his back, exploring the hard, taut muscles that rippled beneath his shirt. He’d obviously showered before coming to town, and he smelled of soap and cologne, his scent teasing her senses as his tongue played over hers. She raised one hand to his neck, sliding it up into his golden-brown hair and then back down to the heated silky flesh of his nape, stroking her fingers dreamily over his skin. How could one man be so arousing?

  He kissed her and kissed her until she was moaning in his arms, her mouth following his when he lifted his head to change the angle. His hat was in the way, and he swept it off with an impatient hand. When he lowered his hand again, he rested it on her rib cage right below her breasts. Slowly but surely, he smoothed his palm upward over the fabric of her T-shirt, over the aching mound of her breast, filling his hand with her. He explored her like that for a while, his thumb and index finger coaxing her nipple up into a tight little bead that he rolled until electric lines of sensation zinged straight from her nipple to her loins, making her ache and shift her hips restlessly. Against her hip, she could feel the hard ridge of his erection, and the knowledge that she’d aroused him, too, was a heady pleasure that only excited her more.

  But after another long moment of kissing and petting, she sensed an easing in the frantic quality of his first kisses.

  Slowly, he withdrew his hand from her breast and slid it down to rest on her hip. Slowly, the hard arm around her back loosened and her body no longer felt as if it had been glued to his. Slowly, his kisses grew smaller and smaller until he was barely brushing light caresses over her lips. And finally he lifted his head.

  “Whoa.” It was a heartfelt exclamation of wonder. It amused her that the first thing he did was reach for his hat and resettle it on his head.

  Her head still lay against his shoulder, her face turned up to his, and she smiled. “Well said.”

  “That’s been on my mind since the first minute I saw you.” His voice was a low rumble.

  “And has your curiosity been satisfied?” Hers hadn’t. Her whole body was throbbing with need.

  His chest heaved against her as he snorted in silent laughter. “Not by a long shot, baby. That little teaser only makes me wonder what more will be like.”

  How was she supposed to respond to that? Agreement would mean she accepted that there would be more between them. And though her body still throbbed and begged for his touch, she wasn’t at all sure this was a smart thing to do.

  Instead of responding, she said, “I wondered what you looked like without your hat.” She reached up to touch the brim but he caught her wrist in midair, then brought his lips to the tender flesh, nibbling small kisses along her arm.

  “That’s off-limits.” His eyes gleamed when he glanced up at her from where he lingered over her wrist. He’d accepted the change of subject with good grace.

  “What?” Her brain wasn’t working well, although other parts of her body seemed to be humming along just fine.

  His breath huffed over her skin as he chuckled. “Didn’t you know? Never touch a cowboy’s hat.”

  “Never touch a cowboy’s hat,” she repeated, trying to keep her mind on the conversation. “That’s silly.”

  “Maybe so, but there are fellas who take it real seriously.” He heaved an enormous sigh, then gently lifted her off his lap. “We’d better get going. It’s a good drive back to Kadoka.”

  He turned the key and put the truck in gear, but when she went to put on her seat belt he patted the middle seat beside him. “Here.”

  So she slid over next to him and put on the center belt.

  He put his arm around her and drew her head to his shoulder. “Why don’t you close your eyes. Your day started out crazy and just got worse, didn’t it?”

  She made a wry sound of agreement as they drove through the streets back to the interstate, which cut through the town, and before the lights of Rapid City had faded behind them, she felt her eyelids growing heavier….

  She awoke when he started bumping back the rough lane to her brother’s ranch. Instantly she remembered the day’s events and she sat up straighter. “What happened to Lyn’s truck?”

  “My brother and I moved it to the side of the road after I took your brother’s truck back to your place,” Deck replied. “Tomorrow I’ll tow it in and see what the garage can do with it.”

  His arm was still around her shoulders as they completed the drive, but she felt tense and awkward now. What had she been thinking, letting him kiss and touch her like that in a parking lot in plain sight of anybody who walked by? Her body tensed at the memory, and she knew exactly what she’d been thinking. And if they’d done that right there in that parking lot, they might have gotten arrested. Her face grew hot and she was glad when he slowed and braked before the house. She got out on her side before he could come around and he walked around the truck to accompany her to the door.

  “Deck, I—” But she never finished the sentence.

  He curled his hand around the back of her neck and his face loomed in her vision for a moment until she shut her eyes, then his lips covered hers. This time his lips were less demanding, the kiss sweeter, and though the harsh, urgent sexual energy wasn’t as strong, the sweetness was an equally potent lure. But thankfully, the kiss was brief and then he moved back, turning her toward the door and giving her a little push.

  “I’ll call you. Good night.”

  She was aware that he waited until she’d turned on some lights before climbing back into his truck. In a minute the growling purr of the engine was lost in the night and all she could hear was the singing of the crickets. As she trailed sleepily through the dark house, all she could think was, Girl, you are in Trouble.

  Three

  I’ll call you.

  In the shower the next morning, she turned her face up to the spray and let it wash away the remnants of a restless night’s sleep. Courtesy of one sexy cowboy with the hottest set of lips in the whole state.

  After that explosive wrestling match they’d had in his truck, talking on the other end of a telephone line was about as close as she wanted to get to George Deckett Stryker for at least a week.

  She spent the day puttering, stenciling a pretty ivy-vine motif in the downstairs bathroom.

  Hadn’t she lear
ned her lesson? she asked herself as she passed the exit to Wall on the way toward Rapid City later in the afternoon. She sighed. If she wasn’t going to repeat the mistakes she’d made back East, the first thing she’d better do was cool it with the cowboys.

  Cowboy. Singular. It was a shame all of them weren’t like that obnoxious jerk in the bar yesterday. Cooling it would be no problem then.

  Thinking of back East had been a mistake. Her mood took a nosedive. It had been a while since she’d thought of Chet, and she’d liked it that way. Talk about obnoxious jerks. She could still remember the incredulous look on his face when her father had told him her inheritance was tied up in a trust that couldn’t be broken. He’d tried to cover it, but within a week he’d broken off their engagement and she’d been left to wonder if there would ever be a man who would look at her instead of her family’s money.

  Her heart skipped a beat as something occurred to her. Deck didn’t know about her money, did he? She was fairly sure he only knew her as Cal’s kid sister. She took a deep breath as euphoria threatened to sail her right out the window and off into the sky like a helium balloon. Okay, so maybe it was exciting to meet a man who appeared to want her for herself, but that didn’t mean she should rush headlong into…into…bed, whispered a bad little voice in her head. A relationship, she amended.

  Deliberately pushing all thoughts of a certain troublesome cowboy to the back of her mind, she got off the highway at Exit 59 as the postmaster had told her to and stopped at the Rushmore Mall before heading to the hospital. Ninety minutes later she came back to her car and stowed several bags in the hatchback, then went to visit Lyn.

  At the door to the room, Silver hesitated, then knocked on the partially open door.

  “Come in.” The voice was husky, surprisingly musical and distinctly apprehensive.

  Silver peeked around the door, smiled and then came the rest of the way into the room. “Hi, Lyn. I’m Silver.”