A lengthy pause hung in the air before he sighed. ”That’s how you feel?”“Sometimes.”“I didn’t mean—”“I am a big girl. I’m perfectly capable of seeing to my own needs and taking care of myself.”“This ain’t goin’ the way you wanted, is it?”She dropped her gaze to the bottle and her fingers picked at the soggy label. “Dad, nothing ever goes the way it’s supposed to when it comes to us. Something always comes up and changes our plans. No biggie. I’m used to it.”Silence hummed as loud as the air conditioning.“I’m sorry.”More silence.“I’m always sayin’ that to you, ain’t I?”Macie shrugged.After a while he laughed. “Well, this is fun. I sure know how to kill a conversation.This wasn’t what I had in mind when I came here.”She looked up at him. “Why are you here?”“Here as in, here in this camper? Or here as in, here on Gemma’s ranch?”“Both I guess.”With a drawn out sigh, Cash took off his hat. He tossed it on the seat beside him and scratched his head. “Mostly, I’m here in the
“Macie? Where are you?”She had to be hearing things. Why would he be here now?The deep voice became louder. “Macie? It’s me. Carter. Carter McKay.”“Carter?”“Yeah. Where are you?” Ooof exploded from his lungs as she tackled him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs clamped his waist like visegrips. She’d didn’t care he was sopping wet; she didn’t care that she immediately burst into tears.“Hey, now. Ssh. It’s okay. I’m here, darlin’. I’ve got you. Ssh. Take a deep breath.”He slammed the door shut with his foot, and walked sideways through the galley style kitchen. He cursed when his knee hit the edge of the mattress and they half-fell on the bed.Macie clung to him.Carter shifted her body. He settled her on his lap, not attempting to disentangle the death grip her limbs had on him. His hands stroked her back, soothing her. He rested his chin on her head.Her breath stuttered. She buried her face in his solid warmth. After she’d regained some semblance of calm, she s
She ignored it. “Because he wasn’t around much.”“Yeah? How come?”“My mom was older than my dad by ten years. When she found out she was pregnant, she thought he’d be a lousy parent, so she did the mature thing and took off. I saw him maybe once a year. Seems pointless to tell him about this now, especially when he never knew some of the other crazy things my mom did.”“Like?”“She’d keep me out of school so I could experience ‘life lessons’ not math lessons.We lived all over the country. The year I turned twelve, Dad wanted me to spend summers on the reservation. My mom believed he’d take me on the rodeo circuit; she refused to leave me with him. When I was old enough to contact him on my own, I did.Right after my eighteenth birthday, Mom was diagnosed with liver cancer. She died quickly, which was a blessing for her. Her death immediately thrust me into the adult world, but truth was, growing up I was more the adult than Mom ever was, so it wasn’t really that big of a change for
“To do what? Finish what we started before my dad interrupted?”Carter lifted his eyebrows. “Don’t pretend it was one-sided.”“I’m not.”“Good. But the main reason I want you to come over is because I need you to pose for me.”Not the answer she’d expected. “Seriously?”Carter pulled on his jeans and she couldn’t help but stare at his ripped abs. Damn.She’d been so close to letting her fingers do the walking down that yummy muscled torso and beyond.“Seriously. I never kid when it comes to art.”Her gaze flew to his. He’d gone from playful to deadly serious. “I suppose. I’m not scheduled to work today anyway.”“Work here on the Bar 9? That could be fun. You and me—”“I’m not working here on the ranch.”“Then where?”Would a polite look of distaste cross his face when he discovered she was just a cook? “I took a job as a cook and a waitress at the Last Chance Diner.”Carter’s eyebrows lifted again. “When did you do that?”“The day we met at the rodeo. Dad and I stopped for supper and
Cash punched the clutch and shifted. “I’d planned on cuttin’ hay this afternoon, but it’ll be too wet. Not that I’m complainin’ ’bout the moisture. It’ll have to wait at least a couple of days.”“So what are you going to do?”“Thought about workin’ with that two-year-old. Is he halter broke?”“Barely. Ornery thing runs whenever he sees me with a halter. And I’ve been so busy this year I haven’t had time to work with him.” She expected him to wince. Not training a horse was as bad as not taking proper care of one.“I’d sure like to take a crack at him.”“By all means.”Cash stopped the pickup and Gemma hopped out to open and close the gate. He parked in front of the house and sauntered back to where she waited by the water pump for the bucket to fill.“What are you doin’ today?” he asked.“Thought I’d clean the horse trailer. Why? Did you need me for something else?”She hoped he’d say yes, that he needed her naked. Right now.“Nah. I’m gonna round up that roan.” He unlatched the door
He knocked her hand away. Then his mouth was on hers and she heard a metallic clank as he unbuckled his belt, followed by the sound of his jeans sliding down his flanks.Blindly she reached for the hardest part of him, but his fingers circled her wrist.He ripped his mouth free. “Don’t.”“But, why—”“Because I’m about two seconds away from coming. And I don’t want to come in your hand.” He put his mouth on the pulse pounding in her throat. “Although, I want to fuck every part of you. Your hand. Your mouth. Your tits. Your ass. Say you’ll let me do whatever I want.” He hissed against her ear. “Say it and I’ll let you come.”“Yes, whatever you want.”“Right now I’ll take this warm, tight pussy since it is wet and ready for me. Turn, bend over and grab the slats.”Gemma thought she couldn’t get hotter. But his hot words and hot breath and the wicked hot things he planned to do to her blanked her mind to everything but sexual greed. She spun around and curled her fingers through the space
The McKays gathered around a table piled high with food—laughing, smiling, happy.Normal pictures of a normal family with fond memories.Something like jealousy twisted in Macie’s gut. She didn’t have any pictures like that. She had a few happy memories from her childhood, but no documentation.What would it be like to have that connection? To people? To a single place? To have a history?Someone like Carter would never understand that even as she craved that kind of bond, the idea of permanence scared her to death.As she studied the second row of pictures, her face burned like she’d peeked into a forbidden window to the subject’s soul. She knew without a doubt Carter had snapped these photos.The first one was a close-up of his parents. His mother’s hand rested on his father’s weathered cheek. An intense love was apparent on their faces and they seemed unaware of anything but each other.The second photo was of a dark-haired brother, wearing the duds of a rodeo cowboy.He hung on a
She squirmed.“And now seein’ you so upset, knowin’ it’s my fault. It’s killin’ me. Please. Let me make it right.”“You can’t.”“Let me try.”Macie didn’t move.When he eased up, she finally looked in those blue, blue eyes. She lost her will to fight when she witnessed the misery on his face.“I’m an asshole sometimes.”She nodded.“But I’d never do anything to intentionally hurt you. You have to know I ain’t that kinda man.”“What kind of man are you, Carter?”“A sorry son of a bitch right about now.”Rain fell as they studied each other.“I wasn’t spying on you.”“On some level I know that. But I’m so used to keepin’ people away from my work until it’s finished. I force everyone away from me when I’m workin’ because I’m not always nice. When I saw you standin’ there, starin’ at my piece of shit work in progress… But it ain’t your fault. Sorry I lashed out at you.”“I wasn’t staring at what you were working on, I was staring at you.” Crap. That hadn’t come out right. “What I meant wa