Mercy (Beartooth, Montana) by B.J. Daniels

Author:B.J. Daniels [Daniels, B.J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2014-09-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CALLIE WATCHED ROURKE finish his beer and then, with a sigh, stand up from the log where they had been sitting beside the lake.

She swallowed the last of the beer in her glass as she got to her feet. The empty glass hung from her fingertips as she turned to look at the cowboy. He was drop-dead handsome and as sexy as any man she’d ever met, but there was a tenderness in his eyes when he looked at her, and that was her undoing.

Standing on tiptoes, she suddenly leaned toward him and gently kissed his lips. No flash. She had no idea what he was thinking. All she’d felt was a rush of desire.

He didn’t move, didn’t seem to breathe as his dark eyes locked with hers. “If that was a thank-you kiss—”

“No,” she said and put her glass down on the log. “This is a thank-you kiss.” Throwing caution to the wind, she circled his neck with her arms, her gaze again locking with his before shifting to his lips.

She felt as if she was playing with fire. If she wasn’t careful, she would definitely get burned. As she drew him down for the kiss, he wrapped his arms around her waist. Her lips touched his, and he pulled her into him, his hard body no surprise, as he deepened the kiss.

Callie could feel his heart pounding. Or maybe it was her own heartbeat loud in her ears. “You learned this on TV, too?” she whispered against his mouth.

He groaned in answer and grabbed the nape of her neck, burying his fingers in her hair.

Callie felt her blood run hot as her bare skin rippled with goose bumps. But it was the headache—more like the lack of it—that shocked her almost as much as the passion Rourke evoked from her. In his arms, his mouth on hers, she felt nothing but desire.

* * *

LAURA HAD CALLED the mortuary to say her mother had passed in her sleep. A local doctor had come, checked the woman’s vitals and pronounced her dead.

When asked who she was, Laura had said her name was Catherine McCormick. She’d even shed a few tears, explaining that she’d heard her mother was dying, but hadn’t arrived in time.

Then she’d taken the trunk and the few belongings she’d brought and left her mother’s house. She hadn’t known where she was going. She’d driven south toward Big Timber—and ultimately Beartooth and Rourke.

But at Big Timber, she’d looked over at the still-locked trunk on the passenger-side floorboard and decided to get a motel. She wasn’t up to seeing Rourke. Not yet.

Once in the motel, she worked on the profiles. But the trunk with its stupid padlock kept pulling at her. She told herself that she needed to keep her mind on Rourke’s murder cases and the mysterious woman he had become consumed with. Rourke didn’t need to know about her past. No one did. It was too painful. Too humiliating.

Finally, she’d shoved the trunk under the bed, wishing that she’d left it in her mother’s basement.

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