needs in check. He knew he was probably coming on too strong, and
kicked himself for it. He was about to tentatively knock on her door, but
decided against it. Shit, he knew she was tired, and probably just dirty as he
was.
“Awww....hell,” he groaned.
He stood on the porch, unsure of himself.
“What in the hell? I don’t do things like this. Never had to damn near
beg for any woman to be with me in my life,” he muttered.
He had too much nervous energy pent up inside. Needing to clear his
head, he went down to the river to splash some cold water on his face and
walk.
The sound of the Diamond was soothing to his soul. The air was
cooler, the crickets chirped, and it was peaceful.
He knew these paths like the back of his hand. As a kid, he’d come here
to play, to swim, to get away from it all.
“Ahh, to be young again,” he whispered. Deep in thought, he lost track
of time. “Maddy Cassidy, you’ve got some kind of hold on me...I know this
is bad timing. I know you’ve been through a lot. But, I have too. My
hearts been broken, I’ve cried some tears. Hell, if I liked alcohol, I’d damn
near be a drunk by now...”
His solitude was broken by a sweet melody that was coming from Miss
Maddy’s direction. The house was dark, save for her bedroom light.
He glanced up through the roses and nearly fell backwards into the
river. “Sweet mercy,” he whispered, in awe. She was standing in front of
the garden window, brushing her hair...and was gloriously, stark naked. His
heart leapt in his chest. His pulse raced. “God, you are so beautiful,” he
whispered.
He knew he should hightail it out of there and give the girl some
privacy, but was frozen. His legs wouldn’t move. He was dumbstruck.
She was magnificent. Her body was petite, but she had voluptuous full
breasts, a tiny waist, and and legs that wouldn’t quit. He walked towards
the road, muttering.
He tried to move, realizing that he had no right in the world to looking
into her window like this. He ought to be ashamed of himself, but he
wasn’t. He stood entranced, watching her brush her long chestnut hair.
Her breasts moved up and down with each stroke of the hairbrush.
He could hear her singing along to a country love song. He felt as if he
couldn’t breathe. Finally, he started to head to the road.
“Miss Maddy, you are finer than frog’s hair.”
CHAPTER 23
Maddy reached for a pair of boxers and an oversized tee.
“Oh, how I love this bed,” she sighed while climbing under the covers.
She turned off the light and nestled comfortably in her pillows. Before
long, she was punching and tossing them around.
“Shit, I can’t sleep...” she sighed.
Flipping on the switch, she grabbed a book from the night table and
decided to read for a while. For as long as she could remember, a good
book always put her out like a light. Unfortunately, this particular method
wasn’t working.
“Crap,” she muttered, stepping out of bed and into her slippers.
Deprived of any intimacy, she thought about Dusty’s proposition and
glanced up at his white bandanna hanging on her dresser mirror. Holding it
to her face, she savored the smell of him.
“I wonder what he’s doing right now....does he know special he is to
me?”
She made her way downstairs and decided to warm some milk, carried
it out to her front porch, and sat down on the step.
“I wish I could be the one for you, Dusty . . .”
She realized how lonely she’d been. Deprived of any intimacy for years,
she decided that she’d play it cool...taking it a day at a time. Who knew
she’d end up living out west on a ranch? How could she have known she’d
fall head over heels in love with a handsome cowboy?
“That’s silly...how could I possibly be falling for someone I hardly
know?”
She had to admit to herself, Dusty’s version of wooing her was
heartwarming. Ever the gentleman, she wished he’d simply carry her off
into the sunset, as corny as it sounded.
She spotted something on
kicked himself for it. He was about to tentatively knock on her door, but
decided against it. Shit, he knew she was tired, and probably just dirty as he
was.
“Awww....hell,” he groaned.
He stood on the porch, unsure of himself.
“What in the hell? I don’t do things like this. Never had to damn near
beg for any woman to be with me in my life,” he muttered.
He had too much nervous energy pent up inside. Needing to clear his
head, he went down to the river to splash some cold water on his face and
walk.
The sound of the Diamond was soothing to his soul. The air was
cooler, the crickets chirped, and it was peaceful.
He knew these paths like the back of his hand. As a kid, he’d come here
to play, to swim, to get away from it all.
“Ahh, to be young again,” he whispered. Deep in thought, he lost track
of time. “Maddy Cassidy, you’ve got some kind of hold on me...I know this
is bad timing. I know you’ve been through a lot. But, I have too. My
hearts been broken, I’ve cried some tears. Hell, if I liked alcohol, I’d damn
near be a drunk by now...”
His solitude was broken by a sweet melody that was coming from Miss
Maddy’s direction. The house was dark, save for her bedroom light.
He glanced up through the roses and nearly fell backwards into the
river. “Sweet mercy,” he whispered, in awe. She was standing in front of
the garden window, brushing her hair...and was gloriously, stark naked. His
heart leapt in his chest. His pulse raced. “God, you are so beautiful,” he
whispered.
He knew he should hightail it out of there and give the girl some
privacy, but was frozen. His legs wouldn’t move. He was dumbstruck.
She was magnificent. Her body was petite, but she had voluptuous full
breasts, a tiny waist, and and legs that wouldn’t quit. He walked towards
the road, muttering.
He tried to move, realizing that he had no right in the world to looking
into her window like this. He ought to be ashamed of himself, but he
wasn’t. He stood entranced, watching her brush her long chestnut hair.
Her breasts moved up and down with each stroke of the hairbrush.
He could hear her singing along to a country love song. He felt as if he
couldn’t breathe. Finally, he started to head to the road.
“Miss Maddy, you are finer than frog’s hair.”
CHAPTER 23
Maddy reached for a pair of boxers and an oversized tee.
“Oh, how I love this bed,” she sighed while climbing under the covers.
She turned off the light and nestled comfortably in her pillows. Before
long, she was punching and tossing them around.
“Shit, I can’t sleep...” she sighed.
Flipping on the switch, she grabbed a book from the night table and
decided to read for a while. For as long as she could remember, a good
book always put her out like a light. Unfortunately, this particular method
wasn’t working.
“Crap,” she muttered, stepping out of bed and into her slippers.
Deprived of any intimacy, she thought about Dusty’s proposition and
glanced up at his white bandanna hanging on her dresser mirror. Holding it
to her face, she savored the smell of him.
“I wonder what he’s doing right now....does he know special he is to
me?”
She made her way downstairs and decided to warm some milk, carried
it out to her front porch, and sat down on the step.
“I wish I could be the one for you, Dusty . . .”
She realized how lonely she’d been. Deprived of any intimacy for years,
she decided that she’d play it cool...taking it a day at a time. Who knew
she’d end up living out west on a ranch? How could she have known she’d
fall head over heels in love with a handsome cowboy?
“That’s silly...how could I possibly be falling for someone I hardly
know?”
She had to admit to herself, Dusty’s version of wooing her was
heartwarming. Ever the gentleman, she wished he’d simply carry her off
into the sunset, as corny as it sounded.
She spotted something on
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