Hunter Moon by Kernan Jenna

Author:Kernan, Jenna [Kernan, Jenna]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2015-12-01T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

Izzie’s blood surged as Clay deepened the kiss. She pushed toward him and relished the hard pressure of his mouth on hers. His hand came up, gripping the back of her neck, and she let him take some of her weight. She lifted on her toes to get even closer, sliding her tongue against his. But he pulled away, setting her at arms’ distance.

She was about to object, but then she heard the voices, other members of the community moving through the lot to their vehicles. How had she not even heard them? And why was it that he had?

Izzie had been completely lost in their kiss, and it irked her that Clay still had the wherewithal to notice what was going on around them. But she was grateful, too. She did not wish to be the subject of more gossip, mostly because the idea of facing something like what Clay had endured scared her to the core.

“Isn’t that your neighbor?” Clay asked and drew her farther into the shadows.

It was, and he was deep in conversation with Clay’s boss. Izzie strained to hear anything of the exchange between them.

“Did you know Floyd offered to buy my cattle?” she said.

“You said he asked you out.”

“Yes. But yesterday he offered to buy me out. Right after my permits notice arrived. It was like he knew.”

“Could be. News travels fast.” Clay looked back at the man in question, gesturing with his hands as he spoke to Donner. “He got that kind of money?”

“No, which is why he gave me a low-ball offer. Take them off my hands, he said. You’d have to be a fool to take that kind of deal.”

“Or desperate,” said Clay. “Maybe with the troubles you’ve been having, he figured you might be wanting to get out of the cattle business.”

“Victor Bustros called me, too. This morning. Said he’d heard about my troubles and offered to auction my herd.”

Bustros worked under Pizarro. But as brand inspector one of his duties was to oversee the tribe’s auctions.

“I didn’t know.”

“They’re like sharks smelling blood.”

All round them came the sound of cars and trucks starting. Headlights flashed on, and vehicles pulled out from the gravel lot on to the highway. Izzie lingered, hands shoved in her pockets. She wanted another kiss, and another and another. She tried to remember why that was such a bad idea, but all she could recall was how right it felt to be in Clay’s arms.

“You want to go get something to eat?” he asked.

She didn’t want food. The want she had was much deeper, more primal. Izzie wanted the pressing of flesh to flesh. His heart beating beside hers. She wanted the heat and the wetness and the friction. But she didn’t want to be the subject of gossip. She knew the viciousness of the wagging tongues around here. It was a small community in a small reservation. Clay was living proof that people didn’t forgive or forget a misstep. She had to guard her reputation.

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