Rice, Lisa Marie by Woman On The Run (Ellora's Cave)

Author:Woman On The Run (Ellora's Cave) [Run, Woman On The]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-01-16T17:24:24.865000+00:00

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faintly when Alice beamed at him, though the smile had faltered when Alice had cut him a second slice,

“on the house”. And, to his everlasting credit, he had choked that down, too.

Julia could imagine a lot of things—it was one of her many failings—but she couldn’t imagine a violent man choking down a second slice of that pie for friendship’s sake. And when he had looked up at her, all she could see in his dark-brown eyes was kindness and maybe some loneliness. A little like Fred’s.

But here she was, driving off into the wild blue yonder with a man who had a gun, right in the cab of the pickup, in touching distance, and her imagination started overheating again. Then Cooper started doing that sexy business with his thighs and something else started overheating. Julia looked away for a moment, then brought her eyes back and fixed them determinedly on Cooper’s face. “You’re trying to tell me that that—” she jerked her chin, not wanting to touch the wretched thing “—isn’t a gun?”

“No,” Cooper said, “it’s a Springfield. Good hunting rifle.”

“Oh.” Julia was silent for a moment then twisted in her seat. Sure enough, there it was still, long and gleaming and deadly. She had never shared a space with a gun—a rifle—in her life. She didn’t think even think she’d ever shared a space with a person who shared a space with a gun. Or rifle.

“You planning on shooting anyone in Rupert today?”

Cooper thought. “Well, now that you mention it, I wasn’t too happy with the quality of the feed Davis Walker sold me last week—” He turned at her gasp. “That was a joke, Sally.”

“Oh.” The panic subsided but the worry didn’t. “That’s good. That’s very good. So what do you need—” she jerked her chin backwards again, “—that for?”

“Actually, it’s not mine. Bernie’s the one who usually uses this pickup and that Springfield is his. I prefer shotguns myself.”

“And what does Bernie use a gun—a rifle for?”

“Varmints.”

Outside of old reruns of Bonanza , and a zillion B westerns, Julia had never heard the term used in real life. “Varmints? Like what—cattle rustlers?”

Cooper was still doing that little dance with the clutch and brake pedal, accompanied on the gearshift, and she was trying not to stare in fascination, so she missed his expression but she did hear what sounded a lot like a chuckle. From Cooper?

“What?” They were moving out towards the highway now and his legs stayed put and Julia could relax.

She looked at him and thought she could detect a smile.

“Not many cattle rustlers left and we don’t have cattle anyway. Bernie shoots at muskrats and jackrabbits, mostly. In hunting season, he might bag a deer or two. We’re all partial to venison.” He glanced at her and frowned. “Does the gun bother you, Sally? Do you want me to stow it in the back?

Though it’s safer in the gun rack. And I promise you it’s unloaded. Ammo’s in the glove compartment.

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