High Mountain Drifter by Jillian Hart

Author:Jillian Hart [Hart, Jillian]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 1492286397
Amazon: B00ESQN68K
Barnesnoble: B00ESQN68K
Goodreads: 18397211
Publisher: Jillian Hart
Published: 2013-08-25T22:00:00+00:00

"Verbena." A voice called--Iris--distant and vague, as if from the other side of the earth instead of in the mercantile. "What is wrong with you today?"

She blinked, realizing someone was standing beside her but unable to fully focus on what was going on. Maybe because the memory of Zane's kiss still tingled on her lips and she couldn’t stop thinking about it. Maybe because she couldn't drive out the image of him standing on the street, next to his stunning bay gelding, feet planted, Stetson tipped low, duster snapping in the wind.

"Oh, I know what's going on," another voice--Magnolia--spoke up. "She looks how I feel."

"Just as I suspected." Rose sounded greatly amused. "Gee, I wonder if it has anything to do with the man riding out there on the street?"

"I wonder, too," Magnolia said, mischievously. "Rose, you said Verbena was alone with Mr. Reed in the kitchen early this morning. All alone."

"Yes, I did--" Rose's playful answer faded into nothingness again. The pleasant surroundings of the mercantile disappeared.

All she could see was Zane riding into view astride his horse, mighty, determined, more manly than any other dude she'd ever laid eyes on. Her feet began moving, obviously they were not attached to her brain. She shoved away from the counter and her sisters, apparently not able to care if her feelings showed.

"Verbena?" Daisy called out, amused. "Where are you going?"

"And what about the ornaments?" Iris wanted to know.

"I think we'd better choose without her," Rose commented, and that was all Verbena heard of the conversation. She gave the door a shove and hurried into the icy sting of fresh air.

"Zane!" She called, but even before that he was already turning, already aware of her bounding out onto the boardwalk. As if in tune, in harmony, perfect accord.

"I'm heading out." He reined his horse around in the street, knuckled back his hat, revealing his face. Hewn granite, square jaw, lean cheeks, straight nose, gladness unmistakable in his gray gaze. A man all in black, but he seemed apart from the shadows today, stronger somehow, perched tall and Herculean in his saddle, reins held loosely in one large hand. "Good to see you're out living your life. Not as many guards."

"Just Burton." She glanced over her shoulder and there he was, the very fine, loyal cowboy, who'd strolled a ways down the boardwalk to give her some privacy. Apparently whoever George Klemp was, he wasn't someone Burton feared. She gave a shrug, crossing the boardwalk. No sense in half-shouting to speak to him in the road, since that would mean everyone could hear. Maybe even her sisters who'd mysteriously moved from the counter to the window, within ear shot. Hmm, she couldn’t imagine why.

"Don't come out into the mud." Zane's heels touched his horse's sides and the noble animal ambled over, splashing through the puddles. "I may as well come to you."

"Okay." She leaned against the railing, almost hating the barrier between them. She didn't know why her heart was fluttering like a winged bird taking flight, or why she felt unable to catch her breath.

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