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current state of mind, it would be a
very bad idea to get on that horse. “I believe I’ll walk. You just
focus on not falling off that poor beast.”
“ I’ve never fallen off a
horse!” he replied indignantly. Rose found herself stifling another
laugh. Marston certainly was entertaining when he was nearly
incapacitated.
By the time they reached the cabin, Marston
had once again lost consciousness and was slumped over the horse.
Rose managed to get him awake just enough to hear him say she was
pretty once more and then get him inside and tossed down on the
sofa.
“ What’s wrong with him,
mama?” Langley asked, staying near the corner.
“ He was attacked by
coyotes in the woods,” Rose replied gently. “I need you to get on
his horse and ride into town to get the doc, okay?”
“ That big gray one?”
Langley gasped.
Rose nodded. “It’s plenty gentle. You’ll be
just fine.”
Langley swallowed hard but left the house to
do as he’d been told. Rose put a pot of water on the stove to heat.
While that was going she walked into the water closet to get towels
and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Rose gasped when she
saw the darkening bruise that Marston’s hand had left upon her pale
throat. She touched it gingerly with her fingertip and gasped in
pain.
Rose gathered up the towels and laid them on
the edge of the sofa before going to her bedroom. She quickly
changed back into her blue skirt and white, high-necked blouse. She
didn’t need the doctor seeing that bruise and getting the wrong
impression of Marston. Rose had to go back to the water closet to
ensure the bruises were covered. She didn’t have a mirror in her
bedroom. There were certain parts of her reflection that she didn’t
want to have to see each and every day.
Rose took her needle and thread from the
cabinet and stepped back out into the kitchen. She used a towel to
grip the heated pan of water and carried to the sofa.
She stared in awe at Marston’s form. He was
so massive! All sprawled out on the sofa the way he was caused that
piece of furniture to look no bigger than an armchair. His legs
were hanging a good two feet off the end and his hand was on the
floor.
Rose sighed and wondered just how she was
going to get his weapons and shirt off so she could begin to tend
to his wounds. She could cut his pants away to get to the ones on
his thigh and ankle, but that band of bullets around his chest
would have to go.
Rose laid her hands on his broad chest and
searched for ways to take it off. “What the devil do you think
you’re doing?” Marston’s sharp voice suddenly growled deeply.
Rose quickly removed her hands. “Trying to
get your clothes off,” she replied as his golden eyes darkened.
Lord, but it was hard to think with those intense eyes staring at
her that way.
“ Don’t ever touch me like
that,” he warned.
Rose didn’t’ reply, simply busied herself
smoothing out her skirt.
Damn but that woman must not realize what
she did to him! She had been all but begging him to throw her down
and take her by touching him that way. Marston fought back the
raging desire in his blood and focused instead on the raging
pain.
But why was he in pain?
Glancing down, Marston saw the blood
covering his clothes and he felt the same sticky substance in his
hair. He fought for some memory of how he’d come to be injured and
then he remembered the coyotes and the rock. But how had he gotten
back to Rose’s cabin, on her sofa with her tiny hands rubbing all
over his chest?
“ What happened?” he
demanded.
“ The horses came back
without you so I went looking for you,” Rose replied and Marston
realized she avoided his gaze. “I found you unconscious, but I got
you to wake up just enough to get you back here.”
“ And you were rubbing your
hands all over me, why?” he questioned as he struggled to pull
himself into a sitting position and let out a loud curse at the
pain in his leg.
Rose winced. “I wasn’t
very bad idea to get on that horse. “I believe I’ll walk. You just
focus on not falling off that poor beast.”
“ I’ve never fallen off a
horse!” he replied indignantly. Rose found herself stifling another
laugh. Marston certainly was entertaining when he was nearly
incapacitated.
By the time they reached the cabin, Marston
had once again lost consciousness and was slumped over the horse.
Rose managed to get him awake just enough to hear him say she was
pretty once more and then get him inside and tossed down on the
sofa.
“ What’s wrong with him,
mama?” Langley asked, staying near the corner.
“ He was attacked by
coyotes in the woods,” Rose replied gently. “I need you to get on
his horse and ride into town to get the doc, okay?”
“ That big gray one?”
Langley gasped.
Rose nodded. “It’s plenty gentle. You’ll be
just fine.”
Langley swallowed hard but left the house to
do as he’d been told. Rose put a pot of water on the stove to heat.
While that was going she walked into the water closet to get towels
and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Rose gasped when she
saw the darkening bruise that Marston’s hand had left upon her pale
throat. She touched it gingerly with her fingertip and gasped in
pain.
Rose gathered up the towels and laid them on
the edge of the sofa before going to her bedroom. She quickly
changed back into her blue skirt and white, high-necked blouse. She
didn’t need the doctor seeing that bruise and getting the wrong
impression of Marston. Rose had to go back to the water closet to
ensure the bruises were covered. She didn’t have a mirror in her
bedroom. There were certain parts of her reflection that she didn’t
want to have to see each and every day.
Rose took her needle and thread from the
cabinet and stepped back out into the kitchen. She used a towel to
grip the heated pan of water and carried to the sofa.
She stared in awe at Marston’s form. He was
so massive! All sprawled out on the sofa the way he was caused that
piece of furniture to look no bigger than an armchair. His legs
were hanging a good two feet off the end and his hand was on the
floor.
Rose sighed and wondered just how she was
going to get his weapons and shirt off so she could begin to tend
to his wounds. She could cut his pants away to get to the ones on
his thigh and ankle, but that band of bullets around his chest
would have to go.
Rose laid her hands on his broad chest and
searched for ways to take it off. “What the devil do you think
you’re doing?” Marston’s sharp voice suddenly growled deeply.
Rose quickly removed her hands. “Trying to
get your clothes off,” she replied as his golden eyes darkened.
Lord, but it was hard to think with those intense eyes staring at
her that way.
“ Don’t ever touch me like
that,” he warned.
Rose didn’t’ reply, simply busied herself
smoothing out her skirt.
Damn but that woman must not realize what
she did to him! She had been all but begging him to throw her down
and take her by touching him that way. Marston fought back the
raging desire in his blood and focused instead on the raging
pain.
But why was he in pain?
Glancing down, Marston saw the blood
covering his clothes and he felt the same sticky substance in his
hair. He fought for some memory of how he’d come to be injured and
then he remembered the coyotes and the rock. But how had he gotten
back to Rose’s cabin, on her sofa with her tiny hands rubbing all
over his chest?
“ What happened?” he
demanded.
“ The horses came back
without you so I went looking for you,” Rose replied and Marston
realized she avoided his gaze. “I found you unconscious, but I got
you to wake up just enough to get you back here.”
“ And you were rubbing your
hands all over me, why?” he questioned as he struggled to pull
himself into a sitting position and let out a loud curse at the
pain in his leg.
Rose winced. “I wasn’t
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