The Bounty Hunter's Heart by Jillian Hart

Author:Jillian Hart [Hart, Jillian]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-12-14T22:00:00+00:00

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With the barn work done and the horse stabled and chewing on some oats, satisfied for a bit, Winn headed back toward the house. He squinted at the lit windows, curtains closed against the coming night, and regretted the fabric blocked his view of the beautiful woman who lived within. That troubled him more than he wanted to admit. He longed to set his eyes on her.

Back when he'd been on the run and desperate for mercy, his plan had seemed simple when he'd fled with Jack in tow beneath a partly cloudy, moonless sky. Look her up, he'd thought, grateful running into her brother had given him the option of knowing where she was. He wasn't surprised to see she still had a tender heart of gold. He'd been too numb in life when he'd been a boy to know much of girls, he hardly paid attention to his own life. But he remembered watching Edwin ride away with his sweet little sister from the orphanage grounds, rolling away in a polished surrey behind fine-stepping horses.

Their ma had found and married herself a man with some small means and while it should have been good news, Edwin had been saddened by it without saying why. All those years he'd never known why, but he could look into Saydee's eyes and see the sorrow. Sometimes life, and families, where not what you deserved. He crunched his way through the newly falling snow, feeling the mean on the wind. He hurried up the steps, knocked the caked snow off his treads and tumbled into the heat and warmth of the pleasant, cozy home.

The hard hit of the wind, the leading edge of a new storm, followed him in and, surprised by the speed and intensity of it, he wrestled the door shut. Whew, the storms up in these mountains could be surprising and strong. He tugged off his gloves and shrugged out of his coat. By the time he'd left his boots by the door, he wasn't shaking so hard from the icy cold. The warm vestibule had driven off the worst of his chill, so his teeth weren't chattering when he looked up and caught Saydee smiling at him from across the kitchen counter.

Although he tried his best not to watch her, he could not command his eyes away from the sight of her, he could only stare and admire her, watching her, so willowy and womanly as she walked around the end of the counter and into the glaze of the lamps lighting the eating nook.

Her skirts swirled around her long, slender legs and snapped in rhythm with her gait as she crossed to the table carrying a platter of the roast she'd warmed in the oven. Steam poured off of it, but his gaze remained upward, although his stomach rumbled with hunger, unable to move away from her face, which was framed by golden locks that were twisted into a disciplined bun and tumbled down in whimsical, airy tendrils to curl around her heart-shaped face.

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