HER SECRET 2

A searing pull in his loins told him he wanted her physically as much as ever. God, she was as addictive and as poisonous as nicotine.

But he had standards and pride. And, as he’d told Leeann, Widow Davenport certainly hadn’t driven all the way out here looking for a good time.

‘You look classy,’ he noted without enthusiasm.

Sierra folded her arms across her chest to ward off the cold. Her nipples tightened, and she wasn’t sure the plummeting temperature was totally to blame.

She cast him a hard, appraising look. ‘You look like a scruffy old prospector who’s been on the trail a few months too long.’

A tiny gleam flickered in his eyes, the comers of his mouth curling slightly. Raising one hand, he rubbed his grizzled jaw. She’d always been straightforward with a wicked sense of humor.

But he wasn’t playing games today. ‘You didn’t come here to discuss my grooming,’ he countered.

When he met her glance, he knew something about her had changed, aside from the new hairstyle and the sophis