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Authors: Violet Sparks
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her chest in a seductive manner in spite of her innocence. His feelings quickly shifted out of the brotherly range. The slow burn he'd been feeling for the girl since they first met exploded into a conflagration.
God, I want to kiss her.
He removed the comb from her head and mussed her hair, allowing waves of luxurious curls to spill over her shoulders and splay across the boulder. Her silky tresses were heaven to touch.
"I don't know if I should kiss you or spank you," he growled.
She giggled as James lowered his head to capture her lips. He'd kiss that smug smile right off her face.
"Underestimated me, didn't you?" she said in a monotone just before his mouth closed on hers.
James froze, startled by her words, then rolled off the girl, who sat up, laughing.
He'd been certain she'd yield. No other woman had ever spurned his kiss. He had underestimated her, in more ways than one, and the thought troubled him.
"Are you angry?" he asked, still reeling from her lack of interest in him and her observation skills—the kind of skills most people learned during special training.
"That depends on why you were there," she replied, matter-of-factly.
"All right," he said, leaping to his feet and pulling her with him. "Show me these rocks you're so in love with!" James waved his arms about in a wild manner as he spoke, regretting the words as soon as they left his mouth. But, he wasn't going to explain his reasons for spying on her and Douglas.
Ireland's expression said it all as one side of her mouth twisted towards her ear and she raised her eyebrows. The girl's mental prowess and powers of observation meant he'd have to be more careful in the future.
After switching back into her boots, she said, "This way, Rockhound," and headed towards one of the piles of stones that lined the canyon walls. Her sarcastic tone revealed she knew he'd fibbed about his interest in fossils.
She stooped to pick up a rock with a pointed end, checking to see how well it fit in her hand, and continued towards the stacks of loose stones. Landi began to work her way up one of the slopes as small pebbles shifted under her feet. Her position proved precarious, and she dropped to all fours, continuing up the hill.
"Here's a good one!" she yelled, glancing over her shoulder.
Jim remained several yards behind, still upright.
She turned over and sat down, waiting for him to join her. She held a round stone in her hand, about the size of a softball, and ran her fingers over its surface. By the time he reached her, he had to resort to crawling on his hands and feet. Gravel-like rocks shifted beneath him and rolled down the incline.
"This is like climbing on quicksand!" he exclaimed.
"It does have its hazards. I've taken several nose dives here. Sit down and take a look at this."
She handed him the softball-like item. He ran his hands over its surface, locating a small notch that fanned out several inches, forming a surface crack.
"What's this?" he said, pointing to the shallow fracture.
"That's the fissure we'll use to split the geode open. Watch."
She took the sphere from his hand and held it against a larger rock. Then, she took the sharp pointed stone she'd picked up earlier and pounded it against the crack. The geode split open with the first hit, revealing yellowish-white crystals within.
Jim's jaw dropped, divulging that he truly was a novice and not the rock hound he'd claimed to be when finagling this date . Landi picked up another, flatter stone and hit it with her makeshift hammer. It split open, revealing the bas relief of what looked like an alien creature.
" This is a trilobite, perhaps worth more than your geode," she claimed, triumph on her face.
He wanted to grab her and kiss her senseless—make her want him the way he wanted her.
"Ahoy!" a voice called.
Back across the stream, a dusty old codger waved, then jumped the creek. He took his straw hat off when he got close to
God, I want to kiss her.
He removed the comb from her head and mussed her hair, allowing waves of luxurious curls to spill over her shoulders and splay across the boulder. Her silky tresses were heaven to touch.
"I don't know if I should kiss you or spank you," he growled.
She giggled as James lowered his head to capture her lips. He'd kiss that smug smile right off her face.
"Underestimated me, didn't you?" she said in a monotone just before his mouth closed on hers.
James froze, startled by her words, then rolled off the girl, who sat up, laughing.
He'd been certain she'd yield. No other woman had ever spurned his kiss. He had underestimated her, in more ways than one, and the thought troubled him.
"Are you angry?" he asked, still reeling from her lack of interest in him and her observation skills—the kind of skills most people learned during special training.
"That depends on why you were there," she replied, matter-of-factly.
"All right," he said, leaping to his feet and pulling her with him. "Show me these rocks you're so in love with!" James waved his arms about in a wild manner as he spoke, regretting the words as soon as they left his mouth. But, he wasn't going to explain his reasons for spying on her and Douglas.
Ireland's expression said it all as one side of her mouth twisted towards her ear and she raised her eyebrows. The girl's mental prowess and powers of observation meant he'd have to be more careful in the future.
After switching back into her boots, she said, "This way, Rockhound," and headed towards one of the piles of stones that lined the canyon walls. Her sarcastic tone revealed she knew he'd fibbed about his interest in fossils.
She stooped to pick up a rock with a pointed end, checking to see how well it fit in her hand, and continued towards the stacks of loose stones. Landi began to work her way up one of the slopes as small pebbles shifted under her feet. Her position proved precarious, and she dropped to all fours, continuing up the hill.
"Here's a good one!" she yelled, glancing over her shoulder.
Jim remained several yards behind, still upright.
She turned over and sat down, waiting for him to join her. She held a round stone in her hand, about the size of a softball, and ran her fingers over its surface. By the time he reached her, he had to resort to crawling on his hands and feet. Gravel-like rocks shifted beneath him and rolled down the incline.
"This is like climbing on quicksand!" he exclaimed.
"It does have its hazards. I've taken several nose dives here. Sit down and take a look at this."
She handed him the softball-like item. He ran his hands over its surface, locating a small notch that fanned out several inches, forming a surface crack.
"What's this?" he said, pointing to the shallow fracture.
"That's the fissure we'll use to split the geode open. Watch."
She took the sphere from his hand and held it against a larger rock. Then, she took the sharp pointed stone she'd picked up earlier and pounded it against the crack. The geode split open with the first hit, revealing yellowish-white crystals within.
Jim's jaw dropped, divulging that he truly was a novice and not the rock hound he'd claimed to be when finagling this date . Landi picked up another, flatter stone and hit it with her makeshift hammer. It split open, revealing the bas relief of what looked like an alien creature.
" This is a trilobite, perhaps worth more than your geode," she claimed, triumph on her face.
He wanted to grab her and kiss her senseless—make her want him the way he wanted her.
"Ahoy!" a voice called.
Back across the stream, a dusty old codger waved, then jumped the creek. He took his straw hat off when he got close to
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