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"We've been
simulating jumps today, so I use the brace for support." Nonchalantly, as
if his presence didn't send little jags of excitement through her, she removed
her hair band and pushed her fingers through her hair.
Shifting so she could watch him
remount the tractor, curiosity got the better of her. "You know, Sloan, I
get the feeling you might be even more stubborn than me."
Without pausing he dropped into the
wide tractor seat. He twisted around in the seat to face her, a half smile
stretching his mouth. "It might be real interesting to find out."
Since he had spoken of his mother
she hadn’t been able to get it out of her thoughts. Looking at him now
there was nothing in the least vulnerable about him. Was it just the attraction
that made her want to dig deeper or the man himself? "You’re always
working, do you ever take time for fun?"
Sloan looked back at her in
surprise. "Of course."
"What do you do?" she
asked impulsively.
He had a guarded look on his face
now. "This and that," he said. "I have been known to go away on
vacation."
"Do you head for hotspots or
something totally different?"
"Something a little different.
I like camping out but I’ve also taken my mother to Ireland."
"Very interesting."
"What about you?"
"I’ll confess I have
been to Cancun and the Bahamas a few times. But," she added as he nodded
like it was the answer he expected, "I’ve also taken trips by myself
to Montana and the Rockies."
"Beautiful spaces," he
said. "Hang on now, I’m going to move ahead."
As the wagon lurched forward, he
raised his voice above the noise of the tractor. "This path used to be an
old logging road so it’s a bit rough."
She braced her hands against the
wooden bed. The dirt lane wound through a grove of tall silver maples.
"Why don't you use the truck to get hay?"
"This wagon is lower to the
ground and it's easier to load. You'll see, we're almost there."
The track curved down to an open
pasture lot with mountains on three sides. The late afternoon sun was heated,
yet along the mountaintops there hovered a faint blue haze.
As they drew closer to a row of
large round hay bales she saw another gray and red tractor. He stopped beside
the hay and climbed down from the tractor.
"How will you get the hay on
the wagon?" Curious, she looked at the five-foot high hay bales.
He walked around to her side of the
wagon, indicating the other tractor. "That has a special prong to pick up
the bales."
She took the hand he held out and
jumped off the wagon. He landed beside him, his breath warm on her cheek. She
stared at him curiously, those light eyes, very conscious of her breath coming
fast and her palms getting damp. She had the crazy urge to kiss him again. It
had been so nice the first time.
He gave a low groan and reached
forward with one hand to trace a fingertip down her nose. She took a half step
closer or maybe she just leaned forward. When her breasts touched his chest,
desire bit at her and she willingly abandoned herself to sense of touch and
smell.
His hand gently cupped the back of
her neck and he drew her close enough so she could see tiny flecks of dark blue
in his eyes. His features blurred as his lips touched the corner of her mouth,
then moved to pull at her lips. The contact was shocking, wonderful. She
allowed her tongue to reach out and touch the outline of his mouth. Pure
sensation rocked her. Her palms came to rest against his chest and all she
could do was feel as he pulled her closer. There was no time for rational
thinking. Being this close to him was an incredible sensory experience.
His drew back, his fingers splayed
along her upper arms. She could step away but she didn’t. Drawing a shaky
breath, she kept her glance locked with his. Her legs shook and how the
adrenaline raced!
His cool blue eyes seemed to see
through her, yet a tiny vein throbbed in his temple and she knew he
wasn’t as calm as he appeared.
"Talk about chemistry and
opposites attracting!" she
simulating jumps today, so I use the brace for support." Nonchalantly, as
if his presence didn't send little jags of excitement through her, she removed
her hair band and pushed her fingers through her hair.
Shifting so she could watch him
remount the tractor, curiosity got the better of her. "You know, Sloan, I
get the feeling you might be even more stubborn than me."
Without pausing he dropped into the
wide tractor seat. He twisted around in the seat to face her, a half smile
stretching his mouth. "It might be real interesting to find out."
Since he had spoken of his mother
she hadn’t been able to get it out of her thoughts. Looking at him now
there was nothing in the least vulnerable about him. Was it just the attraction
that made her want to dig deeper or the man himself? "You’re always
working, do you ever take time for fun?"
Sloan looked back at her in
surprise. "Of course."
"What do you do?" she
asked impulsively.
He had a guarded look on his face
now. "This and that," he said. "I have been known to go away on
vacation."
"Do you head for hotspots or
something totally different?"
"Something a little different.
I like camping out but I’ve also taken my mother to Ireland."
"Very interesting."
"What about you?"
"I’ll confess I have
been to Cancun and the Bahamas a few times. But," she added as he nodded
like it was the answer he expected, "I’ve also taken trips by myself
to Montana and the Rockies."
"Beautiful spaces," he
said. "Hang on now, I’m going to move ahead."
As the wagon lurched forward, he
raised his voice above the noise of the tractor. "This path used to be an
old logging road so it’s a bit rough."
She braced her hands against the
wooden bed. The dirt lane wound through a grove of tall silver maples.
"Why don't you use the truck to get hay?"
"This wagon is lower to the
ground and it's easier to load. You'll see, we're almost there."
The track curved down to an open
pasture lot with mountains on three sides. The late afternoon sun was heated,
yet along the mountaintops there hovered a faint blue haze.
As they drew closer to a row of
large round hay bales she saw another gray and red tractor. He stopped beside
the hay and climbed down from the tractor.
"How will you get the hay on
the wagon?" Curious, she looked at the five-foot high hay bales.
He walked around to her side of the
wagon, indicating the other tractor. "That has a special prong to pick up
the bales."
She took the hand he held out and
jumped off the wagon. He landed beside him, his breath warm on her cheek. She
stared at him curiously, those light eyes, very conscious of her breath coming
fast and her palms getting damp. She had the crazy urge to kiss him again. It
had been so nice the first time.
He gave a low groan and reached
forward with one hand to trace a fingertip down her nose. She took a half step
closer or maybe she just leaned forward. When her breasts touched his chest,
desire bit at her and she willingly abandoned herself to sense of touch and
smell.
His hand gently cupped the back of
her neck and he drew her close enough so she could see tiny flecks of dark blue
in his eyes. His features blurred as his lips touched the corner of her mouth,
then moved to pull at her lips. The contact was shocking, wonderful. She
allowed her tongue to reach out and touch the outline of his mouth. Pure
sensation rocked her. Her palms came to rest against his chest and all she
could do was feel as he pulled her closer. There was no time for rational
thinking. Being this close to him was an incredible sensory experience.
His drew back, his fingers splayed
along her upper arms. She could step away but she didn’t. Drawing a shaky
breath, she kept her glance locked with his. Her legs shook and how the
adrenaline raced!
His cool blue eyes seemed to see
through her, yet a tiny vein throbbed in his temple and she knew he
wasn’t as calm as he appeared.
"Talk about chemistry and
opposites attracting!" she
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