The Cowboy Encounter by Kristy Tate

Author:Kristy Tate [Tate, Kristy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-03-10T23:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 8

This, she thought, this is exactly how a kiss should taste and feel. But as Warwick deepened the kiss, the more scrambled her thoughts became. Her rational voice tried to whisper warnings. She didn’t believe in casual sex, or even casual kissing. The romantic side of her had always told her that a kiss should symbolize emotional commitment. And she couldn’t commit to Warwick—a man of the 1870s.

But today, her rational voice and her romantic side were being completely drowned out by Warwick as he pushed her against the wall, ran his hand through her hair, removing all the pins so it tumbled loosely around her shoulders. Becca’s knees buckled, and she would have fallen if Warwick hadn’t held her so tightly.

“A-hem!”

Warwick lifted his head, and Becca looked over Warwick’s shoulder. Leo watched them with a knowing grin.

Warwick pulled away slowly.

“This here is a barn,” Leo said. “But that don’t mean you get to act like animals. We do that inside the bedroom.” His smile softened the censure of his words.

Warwick took her hand, returned Leo’s grin, and led Becca into the house. She stumbled along beside him, her thoughts racing. She wanted to kiss him again—just as an experiment. It had certainly felt real. She thought of all her other sexy dreams—had they made her pulse skitter? Had they caused her head to swim and her knees to buckle?

Warwick tugged on her hand, and she let him lead her to wherever he wanted to go. If she told him that she wanted to kiss him again, she was pretty sure he’d be game. So, why go back in the house?

She balked.

Warwick turned to her, his eyebrows raised in a question.

“Will you kiss me again?”

“Why?”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s time for breakfast.” He dropped her hand and strode into the house.

Feeling rebuffed, Becca followed.

Hilda fussed over the food: a mountain of hash browns, a tower of pancakes, long strips of bacon, and a slippery pile of fried eggs. Becca tried to smile at all the cholesterol as she settled into a chair.

Hilda sat in a chair beside her husband and reached for him. Leo took his wife’s hand before he picked up Becca’s. Warwick claimed her other hand. Everyone but Becca bowed their heads.

“Dear Lord,” Leo prayed. “Bless this food and bless our family and friends. Amen.”

Becca had never been religious, but Leo’s simple prayer tugged at her. She felt cold when both Leo and Warwick dropped her hands and picked up their forks.

No one spoke while they ate. Becca wasn’t hungry, and she stirred the food on her plate, trying to process her feelings.

She knew that she should want to leave for Denver as soon as possible so that she could rescue Joel, but if she was honest with herself, that’s not what she wanted at all.

She looked at Warwick. He caught her gaze and winked.

She wanted Warwick.

No.

This wasn’t right. This wasn’t how the delusion was supposed to go.

“I hope you don’t mind,” Hilda said without looking up from her plate, “but I invited a few friends over tonight to celebrate your wedding.

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