Renegade Hearts (The Kinnison Legacy Book 3) by McIntyre Amanda

Author:McIntyre, Amanda [McIntyre, Amanda]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Amanda McIntyre
Published: 2015-07-10T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

Dalton reminded himself that he did have peanut butter tucked away in the cabinet at the cabin. He’d spent the greater part of the day in a folding chair after digging a hole for his fishing rod in the dark, rich dirt. Between doxing and listening for woodland friends that might meander by, he found himself daydreaming of the recent kiss he’d shared with Angelique and the firestorm it raised inside him.

“Doesn’t look like the fish are being cooperative today.”

Jarred alert by the voice, his chair tipped sideways, his boot kicking the rod. At that moment, the line went taut. Sprawled on the ground, he army crawled, reaching for the pole as he watched the expensive rod skitter across the ground and disappear with his catch into the fast-moving river. With a sigh, he glanced over his shoulder, his eyes landing on a pair of slender legs encased in worn denim. A tease of tan skin peeked through a hole in one knee. He let his gaze travel upward and he saw a picnic basket. He caught a whiff of apple pie and his stomach growled plaintively. He’d not eaten lunch in anticipation of a healthy all-you-can-eat fish fry.

“Sorry about the rod. Didn’t mean to startle you.”

He pushed to his knees, righted his chair, with a definitive thud and, with another sigh, stood to face his current frustration—in more ways than one. “What are you doing here?” he muttered, not in the mood for company, least of all this woman.

“Saving you from starvation, it appears.”

Not favoring the jab with a response, he folded his chair, grabbed his cooler and tackle box, and started back to the cabin. “You came all this way to bring me supper?” He wasn’t being gracious. Wasn’t in the mood. She’d just cost him a brand new rod and reel, not to mention a week of sleepless nights. But he wasn’t about to let her know that. He swung around to face her, glad when she stopped in her tracks--those dark eyes waiting, watching him. She’d come from the BBQ, dressed in old jeans and a plaid snap-front plaid shirt. Her long, dark hair was pulled over one shoulder in a freeform braid. Her mouth-watering gaze held his in challenge and he battled between kissing her senseless or turning her over his knee for interrupting his solitude. Either way, he grew hard, adding to his frustration. He let the cooler hide his body’s reaction. Shaking his head, he turned on his heel, making a beeline for the cabin, hoping she’d climb back in her truck and leave before things got complicated. He heard the crunch of pine needles as she followed him, right up the steps of the front porch. Without preamble, he faced her and plucked the basket from her hands. “Tell Rebecca thank you, as I suspect she’s the one who put this together.”

“And me? I brought the damn thing to you.” She planted her fists on her hips.

He studied her. “Your thoughtfulness is appreciated.

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