She supposed other people would gradually lead into the purpose of a visit, but she was beyond pretense.
“Why did you kiss me?” she asked, surprised by how cool and even her voice remained. The question had plagued her for days, had practically consumed her, yet she’d made it sound as if she was asking about the price of feed.
His eyes met and held hers. Then, looking discomfited, he shrugged. “I can’t rightly say.”
“You plan on doing it again?”
His gaze shifted away from hers. “What makes you ask?”
Wait a minute. She was the one asking the questions here. “Don’t answer my question with one of your own. That’s unfair.”
“There are rules to this conversation?”
“You just did it again,” she cried, exasperated.
At that, Matt burst out laughing.
Despite the seriousness of her concerns, Margaret laughed, too.
“You’re fortunate you caught me. I was out on the range earlier, looking for stray cattle.”
“We’ve had a lot of rain lately.” They both knew what that meant. The wet weather could bring about symptoms of bloat in the calves; they required careful watching.
As it happened, Matt had brought a sick calf into the barn and before long, Margaret was down on her knees, checking him over.
“What do you think?” he asked.
If Margaret knew anything, it was cattle. “I’d get the vet out here if you hope to save him.”
Matt nodded gravely. “I already put in a call to Doc Lenz in Devils Lake, but he said there’s not much he could do that I haven’t already done.”
Talking softly to the sick calf, Margaret stroked his sleek neck. Hardened rancher or not, she hated to see anything suffer. She comforted the calf as it lay dying, tears springing to her eyes. She continued to stroke the calf’s face long after it was gone. When she realized Matt was watching her, she got abruptly to her feet and glanced at her watch. “I’d better go home.”
He stood, too. “I’ll walk you out.”
They strolled silently back to her truck, and she wondered if he was as reluctant to let her go as she was to leave. “You never did answer my question,” she reminded him.
He grinned and shook his head. “You’re right, I didn’t.”
“It isn’t the proper thing for a woman to ask, is it?”
He buried his hands deep in his coat pockets. “I don’t see why not. If you’d kissed me, I’d want to know why.”
Really. Then perhaps she should do exactly that. Catching him by surprise, she reached for his collar, gripping it with both hands. Then, raising herself on her toes, she slanted her mouth over his, hungry to discover if a second kiss could possibly compare with the first.
Quick as anything, Matt’s arms were around her waist, pulling her against him. He did it with such force that it drove the breath from her lungs. For one wild second, her eyes flew open. Matt quickly took charge of the kiss, seducing her with his lips, introducing her to his tongue and creating an ache in her that reached low into her belly. This was the kind of kiss that would make a woman want to lock the door.
When he released her, it was all Margaret could do to breathe again.
“I shocked you, didn’t I?” he said, brushing the hair from her face.
Still breathless, she couldn’t answer him.
“I figure you haven’t had much experience at this.”
His comment irritated her. He seemed to be saying her lack of sexual finesse was obvious.
“I…I should leave now,” she murmured, doing her best to sound mature and unaffected, even though her knees were shaking.
“Feel free to stop by any time,” he said, opening the truck door.
“By the same token,” she said, climbing inside, “feel free to shock me any time.”
He was still laughing when he closed the door and she started the engine and drove off. He was laughing and Margaret was smiling. This could be the start of something good, a voice inside her seemed to whisper.
The frantic hum of sewing machines filled the
“Why did you kiss me?” she asked, surprised by how cool and even her voice remained. The question had plagued her for days, had practically consumed her, yet she’d made it sound as if she was asking about the price of feed.
His eyes met and held hers. Then, looking discomfited, he shrugged. “I can’t rightly say.”
“You plan on doing it again?”
His gaze shifted away from hers. “What makes you ask?”
Wait a minute. She was the one asking the questions here. “Don’t answer my question with one of your own. That’s unfair.”
“There are rules to this conversation?”
“You just did it again,” she cried, exasperated.
At that, Matt burst out laughing.
Despite the seriousness of her concerns, Margaret laughed, too.
“You’re fortunate you caught me. I was out on the range earlier, looking for stray cattle.”
“We’ve had a lot of rain lately.” They both knew what that meant. The wet weather could bring about symptoms of bloat in the calves; they required careful watching.
As it happened, Matt had brought a sick calf into the barn and before long, Margaret was down on her knees, checking him over.
“What do you think?” he asked.
If Margaret knew anything, it was cattle. “I’d get the vet out here if you hope to save him.”
Matt nodded gravely. “I already put in a call to Doc Lenz in Devils Lake, but he said there’s not much he could do that I haven’t already done.”
Talking softly to the sick calf, Margaret stroked his sleek neck. Hardened rancher or not, she hated to see anything suffer. She comforted the calf as it lay dying, tears springing to her eyes. She continued to stroke the calf’s face long after it was gone. When she realized Matt was watching her, she got abruptly to her feet and glanced at her watch. “I’d better go home.”
He stood, too. “I’ll walk you out.”
They strolled silently back to her truck, and she wondered if he was as reluctant to let her go as she was to leave. “You never did answer my question,” she reminded him.
He grinned and shook his head. “You’re right, I didn’t.”
“It isn’t the proper thing for a woman to ask, is it?”
He buried his hands deep in his coat pockets. “I don’t see why not. If you’d kissed me, I’d want to know why.”
Really. Then perhaps she should do exactly that. Catching him by surprise, she reached for his collar, gripping it with both hands. Then, raising herself on her toes, she slanted her mouth over his, hungry to discover if a second kiss could possibly compare with the first.
Quick as anything, Matt’s arms were around her waist, pulling her against him. He did it with such force that it drove the breath from her lungs. For one wild second, her eyes flew open. Matt quickly took charge of the kiss, seducing her with his lips, introducing her to his tongue and creating an ache in her that reached low into her belly. This was the kind of kiss that would make a woman want to lock the door.
When he released her, it was all Margaret could do to breathe again.
“I shocked you, didn’t I?” he said, brushing the hair from her face.
Still breathless, she couldn’t answer him.
“I figure you haven’t had much experience at this.”
His comment irritated her. He seemed to be saying her lack of sexual finesse was obvious.
“I…I should leave now,” she murmured, doing her best to sound mature and unaffected, even though her knees were shaking.
“Feel free to stop by any time,” he said, opening the truck door.
“By the same token,” she said, climbing inside, “feel free to shock me any time.”
He was still laughing when he closed the door and she started the engine and drove off. He was laughing and Margaret was smiling. This could be the start of something good, a voice inside her seemed to whisper.
The frantic hum of sewing machines filled the
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