Cassidy Harte and the Comeback Kid by RaeAnne Thayne

Author:RaeAnne Thayne
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Silhouette
Published: 2002-05-26T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

Zack lay in his sleeping bag, watching his breath puff out in little clouds in the cold predawn air.

He hadn’t slept more than an hour or two all night, and those had been restless, tortured with dreams of her. In one, she had been standing above him on a high glassy tower flanked by hundreds of giant steps, each taller than he was. Every time he tried to hoist himself up and managed to make it within a few steps from her, she moved a little higher up the tower.

Forever out of reach.

The dream’s symbolism didn’t escape him. He huffed out a breath, grimly aware that he’d messed this whole thing up from the day he came back. What had seemed like such a great idea in Denver—doing everything he could to persuade her to give him another chance—now seemed quixotic in the extreme.

How could he undo the past? Even if he had the power to do so, she wouldn’t let him close enough to try healing the wounds his desertion had inflicted on her spirit.

His presence here was torture for both of them. He was beginning to see that. She wanted him to leave so she could get back to the life she had made for herself.

And he wanted to stay so badly he ached with it.

He should just give up. Cut his losses and go on back to Denver. Every time he considered it, though, he remembered the way she had responded to his kiss earlier in the week. The way she shivered if they accidentally touched. The color that climbed her cheeks whenever she caught him looking at her, as he knew he did far too often.

She wasn’t immune to him. She’d be lying if she said she was. Even if her mind and her heart couldn’t see beyond his past sins, her body was more than willing to forgive and forget.

If only he could manage to convince the rest of her that he deserved that forgiveness.

Or convince himself.

He sighed and rolled over just as he heard the zip and rustle of someone climbing out of a tent nearby.

Cassie.

It had to be. As camp cook she was probably trying to get a head start on breakfast before the rest of the guests and wranglers woke up.

Without stopping to debate the wisdom of confronting her again so soon after their encounter the night before, he moved quietly. He slipped his jeans on over the thermals he’d been wise enough to pack, grateful once more that he had remembered how cold it could get in the Wyoming mountains, even in June.

He shoved his boots on quietly, then grabbed his denim jacket and Stetson.

Outside in the frosty mountain air, he saw her crouched at the fire ring, busy trying to coax the embers back to life. She wore a forest-green ranch coat but her head was bare, her short-cropped dark hair tousled and sexy from sleep. He imagined it would probably look exactly like that after making love all night.

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