Stolen Ecstasy by Hannah Howell

Author:Hannah Howell
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Romance, Man-Woman Relationships, Historical Fiction, General, Outlaws, Love Stories, Colorado - History - to 1876, Historical, Fiction, Colorado
ISBN: 9781420104660
Publisher: Zebra
Published: 1991-01-02T07:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER ELEVEN

LEANNE MURMURED WITH PLEASURE AS SHE sank into the hot, scented bathwater. It was the perfect cure for such a trying day. Even having her stitches out was easy after her confrontation with Sheriff Martin. The memory of that bitter meeting made her shiver. She wished they had taken the man straight to the territorial court. Their meeting had produced only a stream of filthy abuse and lies. She had feared someone might believe those lies, jeopardizing the clearing of her name.

Fortunately, that had proven an empty concern. A few of the bitter insults he had snarled at her had inadvertantly confirmed her story. A grim-faced Hunter had then hurried her out of the jail straight to the doctor’s, where, still reeling from Martin’s verbal assault, she had barely noticed Dr. Frazer tugging out her stitches.

Shaking away those memories, she concentrated on a good thorough bath. When, somewhat awkwardly, she poured the pitcher of rinsewater over her soapy hair, it ran down her face. Her eyes squeezed shut to ward off any of the soap. She leaned over the edge of the tub slightly and groped for the towel she had left there. She touched the toe of a boot even as a leather-gloved hand took hold of hers and the towel was pressed into it. Hurriedly she wiped her face, eager to greet Hunter and find out what had happened concerning Sheriff Martin.

“You’re back earlier than I thought you would be, Hunter.”

“Hunter’s not back yet.”

It was hard to open her eyes. She had the brief foolish thought that if she kept her eyes closed, she could avoid embarrassment. Holding the towel against her breasts, she finally looked at the owner of that deep voice and her fear eased slightly. Anyone who looked so much like Hunter had to be a relative of his. She met his grin with a stern frown.

“And just who are you?”

“Owen Walsh. Tarrant’s—Hunter’s brother.” He stuck out his hand.

“I am afraid the amenities must wait until I am more presentable. Could you please wait in the other room?”

As soon as he was gone, she got out of the tub, quickly dried off, and then threw on the robe Hunter had bought for her. While she did not appreciate being caught in her bath, she was pleased that one of Hunter’s family had finally shown up. Hunter had not said anything, but she had sensed that the continued absence of his family was troubling him deeply. It had been over a week since he sent them word. She just hoped Owen Walsh was not here to deliver news that would only hurt Hunter.

Straightening her shoulders and quickly brushing a semblence of order into her towel-dried hair she stepped into the other room. Hunter had booked two rooms in a thin attempt to maintain an air of propriety. The connecting door between the two, however, had never been shut, and she suspected a lot of people knew that, including this younger, softer version of Hunter who again extended his hand.

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