Rio: Man of Destiny by London Cait

Author:London, Cait [London, Cait]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Harlequin Treasury - Silhouette Desire '90s
Published: 2011-06-10T05:00:00+00:00

At one o’clock, after Rio’s long sweet good-night kiss, drained by her emotions, Paloma drove toward Jasmine and the feed store. Her sleeping bag was all she needed for a bed in the old store, her heritage from Boone and memories around her.

Then she found herself parking Rio’s pickup a distance away from the Llewlyn family cemetery. The clouds had cleared and moonlight skimmed across the knoll. Who was she? Was she really Boone’s daughter? How could she have lived her entire life without laughter, without anger, without playing or—without love? Why did she trust Rio?

The Llewlyn House, a two-story, white, turn-of-the-century wooded structure, graced with beautiful gingerbread trim, stood in the moonlight. It looked like a monument to her childhood sense of safety, to those brief stays with Boone. He had been kind to her, and yet he’d allowed her mother to tear her away. She couldn’t bear to visit the house, to let the memories haunt her.

Rio. He hadn’t wanted her to leave—she saw him fight the need to keep her. The pickup bore his scent—that wood and smoke and leather blended with the dark essence of the man who had made love to her in the cabin. She’d never been held like that, never been cherished as Rio had cherished her that night.

A lone rider crossed a moonlit knoll. The horse stopped and the man sat straight, and she knew Rio had followed her. To keep her safe. Her instincts told her that underneath Rio’s playful guise, he was a strong, safe man who cared deeply, just like Boone.

Too drained and tired to fight the safety she needed desperately, Paloma started the pickup and drove back to Rio’s house. Arriving before him, she entered the darkened house and lay down on his bed, fully clothed. Too tired to do more, she gathered the pillow, scented of him, close to her.

“Go to sleep, honey,” she heard him say sometime later as he drew off her boots and tucked a heavy, soft quilt around her. She was safe now, and warm, Paloma thought drowsily as his fingers slid between hers. His other hand smoothed the hair at her temple. “Go to sleep.”

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