Sleepless in Montana by Cait London

Author:Cait London
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: fiction, romance, romantic suspense, ranch, contemporary romance, montana, cait london, cait logan, kodiak
Publisher: Cait London

Chapter Ten

Jemma sighed as she moved stiffly to a patch of thick grass and spread Hogan’s blanket across it. She eased painfully down on it, whipped the edges of the cloth around her body, and, from her cocoon, glared at Hogan.

In another instant, she was on her knees, foraging beneath the blanket and retrieving two rocks, which she hurled into the smooth-flowing stream. “If those hit my trophy fish, wake me up after it’s cleaned. That’s just what I’d like to do with you, Hogan Kodiak—drown you,” she called darkly as Hogan began to unsaddle the horses.

“Don’t hold anything back, Red. Go for it,” he said mildly.

“Red?” she protested, outraged that Hogan, who had never teased, would grin wickedly at her.

She pushed down the temper that her body was too tired to deliver and settled for a menacing glare at Hogan, who was clearly enjoying her bad mood.

“You can hand it out, but you can’t take it. Are you ready to go back now?” he asked quietly, studying her intently as if trying to read beneath her temper.

“You could not tear me away from here, no matter how evil you are.”

She tossed upon the hard ground, furious with herself for letting Hogan set the terms; she was furious with Hogan for forcing her to run after him. She flipped over to glare up at him as he crouched by her side, smoothing her tangled hair. “You are truly a fascinating woman, Jemma Delaney. Especially when you’re wide-open, stormy-hot, nothing held back.”

She shook her head, closed her eyes, and firmly drew the blanket over her face, blocking out his sexy smile.

Hours later she awoke to a burning-hot mountain sun, stiff muscles, and the sight of Hogan putting away his fishing gear. He turned toward her and held up a stringer of five fat trout. If she hadn’t been so dazzled by the sight of him, she could have killed him for the boyish grin, for the pleasure on his face.

Without his shirt, sleek and perfect, pooled in sunlight and with a background of glittering water and pine and juniper trees, Hogan was beautiful. He dipped his hands into the clear water and splashed his face, then crouched to study the water as it drifted through his fingers. Clearly at peace in the rugged mountain clearing, the stream gurgling through it, Hogan seemed more like a man from the Old West than a sophisticated world traveler.

Feeling rumpled and dirty, Jemma flung back the blanket and groaned when she tried to rise. He watched with interest as she struggled slowly to stand, stretching her aching body. “Need help?” he asked.

“Not yours.” She snorted and didn’t care what he thought as she grabbed her backside with two hands, walking stiffly to his expensive canvas-and-leather bag. Crouching painfully, she dug into the contents, tossed aside what she didn’t need, and retrieved Hogan’s clean T-shirt and jeans. She glared at Hogan as she flopped the clothing over her shoulder.

Digging into another bag, she tore away a washcloth, towel, and soap.

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