Gentrys of Montana: Gentrys of Montana by Hildie McQueen

Author:Hildie McQueen [McQueen, Hildie]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Pink Door Publishing
Published: 2016-04-08T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Four

“Marshal Gentry?” Maddie peered into the small house behind the jailhouse. The door was slightly cracked and she wondered why he’d leave the door open if not there. She didn’t want to walk in on Emerson, so she lifted her hand to knock on the door and peered in. The marshal stood with his back to her. He was bare from the waist up and holding up a shirt while mumbling. After a grunt, he threw the piece of clothing down and retrieved a new one. “Damn when was the last time I got a new shirt? This one is just as worn as the other one.”

Maddie covered her mouth with her hand to muffle her giggle. It was refreshing to see women were not the only ones frustrated when choosing an item to wear for the day. The muscles on his back bunched and shifted, mesmerizing her when he bent to pick up the first shirt. He had wide shoulders and a well-defined back that slimed at his waist. Her gaze lowered to his firm buttocks and she wondered what they looked like bare.

“Miss Connor?” She’d been so focused on his behind she’d not noticed him turn to the doorway. “Are you all right?”

The marshal tugged his shirt on, leaving it unbuttoned and walked to her. “I didn’t hear you knock.”

Her hand was still lifted and curled into a fist. While eavesdropping she’d been so lost in looking at him, she’d not lowered it. “I—I called your name and was just about to knock.” He studied her face, his keen eyes missing nothing. “Not as bad as I expected, but your lip must still smart a bit, huh?”

Although she should have felt self-conscious, Maddie was too busy looking at his chest. His broad span of muscles had a sprinkling of dark hair across it with a trickle down the center. She swallowed and concentrated on lifting her eyes to his face. “I’m fine. Really.” When she met his gaze, he frowned.

“Your sister tells me you deal well with adversity. Not one to mope.”

What else had Jane told him? Maddie bit her bottom lip, as was her habit, then winced at the reminder it was still quite sore. “I came to thank you again for coming to my rescue yesterday.”

He buttoned his shirt and she tracked his fingers as they worked their way down the front of his shirt. “I planned to come over in just a bit. Can I offer you some coffee?”

“It’s not proper for me to enter your home alone.” She took a tentative step past the doorway.

“No it’s probably not a good idea for many reasons.” His eyes raked over her.

Her heart beat faster at the thought of being alone with Emerson Gentry. She’d not deny she wanted this man. His touch, a kiss would be wonderful.

“Miss Connor?” He neared and she inhaled the familiar scent of soap intermingled with his own.

Something about the man called to her and she wasn’t going to ignore it. If yesterday taught her anything.

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