Blaylock's Bride by Cait London

Author:Cait London [London, Cait]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Harlequin Treasury - Silhouette Desire '90s
Published: 2011-06-11T05:00:00+00:00

Two weeks later August baked the paved streets of Jasmine. Kallista pared the rough clay seams of a greenware elephant; she smirked as she dampened the smoothed edges. She’d gotten to Roman on a level that had surprised her and he was holed up, wary of her. Good. He didn’t know how to act with her, and for now, she had the advantage.

When she’d stopped at the ranch earlier, bringing Dusty and Titus their favorite chocolate and coconut cream pies from Mamie’s Café, Roman had been at work, loosening an old fence post that had been broken. Without his shirt, his chest gleamed in the sunlight, powerful muscles shifting beneath his tanned skin. Kallista’s mouth went dry, and she barely heard Dusty say, “He’s trying to make up for lost time and he’s got a bit on his mind lately. Worse than usual. But me and Titus had to go to the doc today and Roman remembered the appointment. He always goes with us, just to see that we tell the doc all our problems and that we get our medicine.”

Roman’s eyes had locked to hers and the sunlight blazed brighter between them. Then he reached for his shirt, hanging on a nearby post, pushed into it, and began shoving the old post to loosen it. Kallista had appreciated Roman’s fine taut bottom beneath his jeans, his long legs braced against the ground, powerful shoulders flexing beneath the faded fabric.

Kallista had wanted to go to him and wrap her arms around that beautiful, rippling, powerful back, claiming him.

“He tries to do his best, but it’s a whole heap of work out here, running these two ranches...even with part-time help, and the Blaylocks pitching in. Then he spends half the night with records and such,” Titus had murmured. “I ain’t havin’ no woman come to the bunkhouse and clean for us like Roman said. A bunkhouse is sacred man’s territory. I ain’t in the mood for frilly curtains and flowers everywhere. I ain’t havin’ no dripping coffeemaker when a man’s coffee ought to boil hard on the stove, and them grounds is good for the gullet.”

While Dusty chewed on the “disabilities of having a female around,” Kallista had studied Roman.

She wondered what he was in the mood for, his powerful body taut, moving impatiently. Suddenly he’d turned, strode to her, jerking off his gloves and demanded, “What do you want?”

Fascinated by the damp whorls of hair on his chest, the span of his gleaming tanned shoulders, the dark line leading down into his jeans, she managed to keep from drooling. Little kept her from saying, “You.” Instead she’d said, “August is hot.”

“Yes,” he’d said. “Usually cools down by the end of the month.”

“They’re simmerin’,” Dusty had noted as Roman’s black hot gaze had ripped down, then up her body; in response, heat skittered over her skin, lodged deep in her belly and Kallista wanted Roman making love with her....

“Yep, and there will be kids aplenty if those two get together. Both is hot natured and soft when it counts.

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