Gunslinger: A Six Guns and Prairie Roses Novel by Cynthia Breeding

Author:Cynthia Breeding [Breeding, Cynthia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Prairie Rose Publications
Published: 2019-10-16T23:00:00+00:00

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As he walked quickly toward the stable, Luke knew he had to get away before he concluded what he had started back at the store. Lucifer’s horns! What had happened to his iron-will resolve? And, especially, what had happened to his ability to keep his emotions in check? After Belle, he’d sworn he’d never let another female evoke anything more than physical passion from him—fleeting, feel-good-while-it-lasted—lust. Pleasure the woman. Satisfy his own needs. Easy and simple.

He doubted anything would be easy and simple—or fleeting—with Abby. His intention had been to give her a simple kiss. Just savor a small taste of her while calming her nerves. Instead, what had started out as slow and easy had erupted into a wildfire quicker than lightning ignited a field of dry hay.

Keeping his distance for two weeks hadn’t worked. Obviously, thinking that a kiss would quench his feelings was not the right approach, either. That had only whet his appetite for much more. Hellfire. The woman was driving him “plumb loco” as the cowboy on the rodeo circuit who’d sold him Diablo had said, only he’d been talking about the horse.

By the time Luke reached the Occidental Hotel, his mind was beginning to function normally again, even if images of Abby’s kiss-swollen lips and blue-eyes-turned-violet with desire flashed through his brain. He took a deep breath as he entered the lobby. He could control his mind, at least.

“This was left for you.” The clerk at the front desk handed him a sealed envelope.

“Thanks.” There was no return address, only his name scrawled across the front, but the Pinkerton agency only used proper letterhead when it was sending out invoices for its services. Tucking the letter into his coat pocket, he took out a coin. “For your trouble.”

The clerk—a boy who hardly looked old enough to shave—grinned. “The lady who brought it already tipped me. Must be a mighty important letter.”

“Could be.” He probably thought there was a tryst being arranged. Luke supposed that Isabella, the local agent’s daughter, must have delivered the letter since she ran the office, more-or-less, to her father’s chagrin. He hadn’t really taken notice of whether she was pretty or not. He had a rule about not getting involved with females who worked with Pinkerton’s, although apparently that rule had taken flight, along with his common sense. Still, the kid had a hopeful look on his face and there wasn’t any reason to ruin his little fantasy, whatever it may be. Luke pushed the coin across the counter. “Let’s keep this letter just between you and me.”

The boy’s grin grew wider and he winked conspiratorially. “I never saw any letter.”

“Good.” Luke nodded briskly and walked away, forcing himself to keep his pace slow. Once he was inside his room, though, he tore the envelope open, scanned the contents quickly, then took a deep breath and read it again. Slowly. So the words would sink in.

Forgive the amount of time it took for this investigation, but information on the subject, Miss Abigail Clayton, was difficult to find.

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