My Desperado by Lois Greiman

Author:Lois Greiman [Greiman, Lois]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Historical Romance, Historical Western Romance, Adult Romance, Light Romance, Western Romance, Cowboys
ISBN: 9781617508783
Publisher: NYLA
Published: 2012-10-23T02:00:00+00:00

Chapter 18

It was nearly dark when Travis returned to their campsite. Katherine sat on a log, her slim hands clasped together, her lengthy legs encased in durable denims, and the remainder of her body dressed in equally boyish garments. She stood when he approached.

For a moment they stared at each other like errant children, neither finding the nerve to speak, then, "I shot us a couple geese." He lifted the pair by the legs but refused to look at her.

"You bought a gun?" she asked, knowing the question was silly and that he wouldn't answer. He didn't, but dropped the fowl and turned.

“Travis?"

"Yeah?" His tone sounded grumpy.

"Thanks for the clothes."

"Yeah," he said with a notable lack of courtesy. "Sure."

She took a step forward, brushing back an imaginary strand of wayward hair. "I think they fit quite well, don't you?"

She was intentionally trying to torment him. He knew it. She was a demon, sent from the bowels of hell to make him pay for all his sins. No one but a demon could look like she looked, could attract him like she attracted him. Only a demon would be a schoolmarm and proclaim herself to be a soiled dove!

“The boots..." she said, twisting slightly in an attempt to see his face."The boots are a little large. But the rest—"

"Listen, lady!" he spouted suddenly, feeling his nerves at their breaking point, and spun abruptly toward her. "This ain't no goddamn—"

His jaw dropped, his hands flexed.

"What'd you do to them clothes?"

"Nothing." Her face flushed a darker shade of red. "I just..." She shrugged self-consciously. "Nothing."

Nothing! He stared at her. They were simple garments that he had purchased. Serviceable cotton shirt, secondhand knee-high boots, riveted denims. But old Levi Straus had never intended his jeans to look like this.

Every curve seemed visible and molded. Her waist was strapped to nothingness by the leather belt, her breasts caressed by the soft, deep-blue cotton of the humble shirt.

She squirmed slightly under his stunned perusal, shifting a strand of dark hair beneath the felt hat and licking her lips. "No one will realize I'm a woman now." She shuffled her booted feet.

"No." Travis thought he said the singular word with amazing clarity. "No." He shook his head, knowing that anyone who failed to see she was a woman, failed to be a man. "No. It'll sure enough be our secret," he said with a glare.

She bit her lip, looking nervous. "I have a confession to make."

His glare deepened, but he said nothing.

"I lied to you." Katherine pulled her shoulders back slightly, looking him straight in the eye. "I never really worked in the saloon. My aunt owned it. Left it to me. Daisy was with Patterson when he died. So you're the only man I've ever...been with."

Silence fell dark and heavy between them.

"Are you angry with me?" she asked softly.

He shook his head then drew a deep breath. "Lady, get ready to ride."

"What are we doing here?" Katherine whispered the question in Ryland's left ear. Now that

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