Montana Ranger's Wedding Vow by Elle James

Author:Elle James
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Twisted Page Inc

Chapter 9

Viper lay for a long time in his bed, staring up at the ceiling and wondering what had come over him. When he’d kissed Dallas, he’d intimated it was all part of their cover. To make others think their engagement was real, they had to show some indication that they liked each other enough to marry.

But that kiss. Holy hell. If he wasn’t mistaken, he was liking Dallas far too much for a mere partner. She made him feel things he thought long buried. Lust was a given. But tenderness, longing, protectiveness and…hope.

Dallas made him feel like his life had not ended when Emily and their baby girl died. She made him feel like a future waited for him and that he could fall in love again.

And that realization scared the ever-lovin’ crap out of him.

Thus, he’d spent the night staring at the ceiling until the wee hours of the morning when he finally fell into a fitful sleep.

He was up at the crack of dawn, dressed and feeding the chickens when Dallas stepped out on the porch, dressed in slim-fitting blue jeans, a mint-green pullover shirt and boots. Even in casual clothing, she couldn’t hide her shapely body, the muscles well-defined and solid. Her hair hung down to her shoulders, the auburn locks catching the sunshine and turning coppery-gold.

Viper stopped with his hand full of hard-kernel corn and stared at the woman with her face turned up to the morning sunshine, her shoulders flung back, her chin held high and proud.

She was strong, yet vulnerable. Hard-bodied, yet soft in all the right places.

Viper’s blood burned, and his groin tightened. He turned away and flung the corn a little harder than he’d intended. The chickens raced after the kernels, clucking and scratching in the dirt.

He dusted off his hands and strode to the porch. They had chores to do that morning then they’d head to Hank’s place for an update from Swede, his computer guru.

“Good morning,” Dallas greeted him.

“Good morning.” He stopped two steps below the one where she stood. “Did you sleep well?”

She nodded. “You?”

He dipped his head in brief agreement. Two could play the vague game. “Have you eaten?”

“Not yet. Cookie’s making breakfast now,” she said.

“Where are the others?”

“Hanging out in the living room,” she responded. “You’re up early.”

The scent of frying bacon and pancake batter cooking on the griddle reached Viper, making his stomach rumble in response.

Dallas smiled. “He was almost done when I dared to walk into the kitchen. Needless to say, he shooed me out.”

“Let’s go see if we can pilfer a pancake.” Viper climbed the remaining steps and held out his hand.

For a moment, Dallas hesitated. Finally, she placed her hand in his. “For the gig,” she muttered and allowed him to lead her into the house.

Viper found himself wishing Dallas wasn’t holding his hand because of the undercover aspect of the mission. He wanted her to hold his hand because the gesture felt right and good. His grip tightened on hers, even as he reminded himself they were on a mission, not a date.

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