who’d committed a crime. Sometimes, she thought she was invincible. But they all knew that wasn’t true.
It wasn’t often the two younger sisters ganged up on Meg, but this time she had to see reason. They needed to sit tight and wait until Ruby healed enough so she could go hunting again.
“I’m just going to check things out. Once Ruby is well, we’ll finish what we started.”
Annabelle stared at Meg. “We’re not as hungry as we were. We’ve built up our supplies, the bank account. Leave it be, Meg.”
“Let it go,” Ruby said. “You’re not thinking clearly.”
Annabelle watched as anger, disappointment, and even determination seemed to flit across Meg’s expressive face. Oh yeah, something about this latest bounty was eating at her and she’d be like a dog with a bone until this was resolved.
“Let’s wait and see what tomorrow brings,” Meg replied as she walked out the door to put the horses up.
Ruby shook her head and glanced at Annabelle. “She’s not going to let this go. She’s fixated on getting Simon because of Zach.”
*
Early the next morning, Zach sat behind the sheriff’s desk, closing out the monthly accounting records, making sure everything balanced before he left on the road again. The door opened, and he glanced up, his heart jumping into his throat.
Meg strolled through the door, looking like a ray of sunshine. Only, he had to remember, those rays sometimes burnt a man to a crisp.
Her auburn hair curled down her back in waves, and her emerald eyes flashed with amusement as she stared at him. Why did he always feel like she could see right through him? That she knew what he was thinking.
Why did she make him want to grab her, pull her into the nearest cell, and show her how a man in control dealt with a woman like her?
“Meg.”
“Zach.”
His eyes looked her over from head to toe, the memory of her standing so proudly out on the road in her chemise and pantaloons slammed into his mind, so real and vivid he could smell the spring flowers and hear the birds chirping. The sight of her standing in his office had his body tightening up in ways he’d long forgotten. “I see the journey in your pantaloons didn’t seem to harm you.”
She smiled at him, one of those I’m-going-to-eat-you-for-lunch grins, as she took a seat across from him and put her boot up on his desk. “How many lives do you have, cowboy? The rattlesnake didn’t get you, and somehow you managed to hide yourself and Simon very well.”
“Sometimes it’s better to stop and rest before you travel on. That’s what I did.”
It had taken everything he knew to keep Meg from finding him and Simon. And even then, he’d gone for miles, glancing behind him, sure, she would discover them again.
“Looks like your beauty sleep didn’t work too well,” she quipped. “You’re still carrying a grudge on your shoulder like a sack of potatoes.”
He laughed and then checked his shoulders. “Me, carry a grudge? Yes, I am, but it’s not sitting on my shoulders. It’s lower.”
The damn woman had left him exposed, sitting on Main Street naked. Nothing had stung so badly as when she’d ignored him when he’d said he was going to marry her. She’d paid no mind to the fact that against everyone’s advice he’d planned on standing up with her and the sin-buster.
A blush stained her cheeks, and it was all he could do to keep from jumping over the desk and pulling her into his arms again. In the wee hours of the morning, he’d awakened, remembering that last kiss, dreaming of how her lips felt beneath his, wanting to experience them again.
No woman had ever gotten beneath his skin like Meg. It felt like standing on a porch while watching a Texas twister churn toward you. If you weren’t careful, you’d get slammed.
“Too bad,” she said, her chin rising defiantly, her eyes flashing with disdain.
He leaned back, crossed his arms over his chest, and gazed at her. God, she was a beautiful
It wasn’t often the two younger sisters ganged up on Meg, but this time she had to see reason. They needed to sit tight and wait until Ruby healed enough so she could go hunting again.
“I’m just going to check things out. Once Ruby is well, we’ll finish what we started.”
Annabelle stared at Meg. “We’re not as hungry as we were. We’ve built up our supplies, the bank account. Leave it be, Meg.”
“Let it go,” Ruby said. “You’re not thinking clearly.”
Annabelle watched as anger, disappointment, and even determination seemed to flit across Meg’s expressive face. Oh yeah, something about this latest bounty was eating at her and she’d be like a dog with a bone until this was resolved.
“Let’s wait and see what tomorrow brings,” Meg replied as she walked out the door to put the horses up.
Ruby shook her head and glanced at Annabelle. “She’s not going to let this go. She’s fixated on getting Simon because of Zach.”
*
Early the next morning, Zach sat behind the sheriff’s desk, closing out the monthly accounting records, making sure everything balanced before he left on the road again. The door opened, and he glanced up, his heart jumping into his throat.
Meg strolled through the door, looking like a ray of sunshine. Only, he had to remember, those rays sometimes burnt a man to a crisp.
Her auburn hair curled down her back in waves, and her emerald eyes flashed with amusement as she stared at him. Why did he always feel like she could see right through him? That she knew what he was thinking.
Why did she make him want to grab her, pull her into the nearest cell, and show her how a man in control dealt with a woman like her?
“Meg.”
“Zach.”
His eyes looked her over from head to toe, the memory of her standing so proudly out on the road in her chemise and pantaloons slammed into his mind, so real and vivid he could smell the spring flowers and hear the birds chirping. The sight of her standing in his office had his body tightening up in ways he’d long forgotten. “I see the journey in your pantaloons didn’t seem to harm you.”
She smiled at him, one of those I’m-going-to-eat-you-for-lunch grins, as she took a seat across from him and put her boot up on his desk. “How many lives do you have, cowboy? The rattlesnake didn’t get you, and somehow you managed to hide yourself and Simon very well.”
“Sometimes it’s better to stop and rest before you travel on. That’s what I did.”
It had taken everything he knew to keep Meg from finding him and Simon. And even then, he’d gone for miles, glancing behind him, sure, she would discover them again.
“Looks like your beauty sleep didn’t work too well,” she quipped. “You’re still carrying a grudge on your shoulder like a sack of potatoes.”
He laughed and then checked his shoulders. “Me, carry a grudge? Yes, I am, but it’s not sitting on my shoulders. It’s lower.”
The damn woman had left him exposed, sitting on Main Street naked. Nothing had stung so badly as when she’d ignored him when he’d said he was going to marry her. She’d paid no mind to the fact that against everyone’s advice he’d planned on standing up with her and the sin-buster.
A blush stained her cheeks, and it was all he could do to keep from jumping over the desk and pulling her into his arms again. In the wee hours of the morning, he’d awakened, remembering that last kiss, dreaming of how her lips felt beneath his, wanting to experience them again.
No woman had ever gotten beneath his skin like Meg. It felt like standing on a porch while watching a Texas twister churn toward you. If you weren’t careful, you’d get slammed.
“Too bad,” she said, her chin rising defiantly, her eyes flashing with disdain.
He leaned back, crossed his arms over his chest, and gazed at her. God, she was a beautiful
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