Snowbound With the Sheriff by Lauri Robinson

Author:Lauri Robinson [Robinson, Lauri]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Romance, Historical, Western, Historical Romance, Series, Harlequin Historical, Westerns
ISBN: 9781460323618
Google: vbcrAQAAQBAJ
Amazon: B00G0J9CAE
Barnesnoble: B00G0J9CAE
Goodreads: 19087262
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2012-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Five

Cursing himself up one side and down the other hadn’t done any good, and the blizzard still howling outside offered no immediate relief to his present circumstance. Chayston’s entire being was rigid and parts of him felt downright raw. He’d barely slept a wink last night, and the muffled sounds coming from the other room said Violet hadn’t either.

How the hell had he let that kiss happen? Seeing her in nothing but her thin nightgown had shot his desire to an entirely new level, but her haughty little attitude—that had cut him to the quick. Those long golden curls, wet and hanging down her back, her sky-blue eyes sparking like miniature flames, and her breasts...The gown hadn’t hid them from view, not nearly enough, and when that little nub touched his chin, a dozen rough riders wouldn’t have been able to stop him from reacting to the hot jolt of desire that had overtaken him.

He squeezed his temples. She was the General’s bride-to-be. His father had always been adamant that women were to be revered, cherished and protected. Chayston felt that way, too, which is why he never let on what had happened with Becca.

This wasn’t about Becca though, it was about Violet, and that was worse.

He hadn’t just kissed Violet. He’d wanted her. Still did. But she wasn’t his to want. She was engaged. Engaged. To his father.

Chayston glanced around the office. It would be a month or more before Roy returned, and he had some serious decisions to make before then. Returning to the ranch was no longer an option, not with Violet as a stepmother.

The sound of the door opening behind the desk he sat at had his already-tight muscles straining, and once again he lifted his gaze to the outer door, wishing for the millionth time the blizzard had blown itself out. As it was, he couldn’t even step off the boardwalk. Winters were serious matters in Montana, and everyone who’d lived through one held them in high regard. When weather like this hit, no one moved. Many a life had been snuffed short by foolish behavior during a snowstorm. Blizzards even took precedence at the ranch. A rope would have been strung from the bunkhouse to the barn, to see to those animals, but the herds would be on their own until the weather cleared.

“There’s coffee done, if you’d like some, and I made gravy to go with last night’s biscuits.”

Another wave of regret washed over him at how timid and hesitant she sounded.

“I’m fine,” he said.

“All right,” she answered. “It’s on the stove if you change your mind.”

Like that was an option. Chayston pushed away from the desk, but only went as far as the corner, where he picked up a pile of wanted posters.

* * *

A while later, after he’d read every sheet—but couldn’t have named even one of the profiled outlaws if pressed—a presence had him looking up.

Violet set down a cup and a plate. “It’s getting cold.”

“Thank you,” he said, trying to sound as normal as possible.

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