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pistol, letting her learn the feel of them in her hand. Then he showed her how to shoot. After a couple of hours of practice, he realized that she would never be another Annie Oakley, but she could hit the center target four out of ten times with the rifle, and three times out of ten times with the pistol; not bad for a beginner. Although she was a leftie, he thought her aim might improve as her right shoulder healed. Despite her initial reluctance to handle either rifle or pistol, once she saw what she was capable of, she began to enjoy it. However, he wondered if she would be able to pull the trigger on a human or an inhuman adversary. Target practice was a game, a sport. Killing was a survival tactic.
He gave her a tour of the ranch. She was fascinated by the animals, especially the goats, which came up to her and allowed her pet them and to feed them by hand, something they wouldn’t tolerate from him. He didn’t know if she was genuinely intrigued by his set up, or if she was trying to ingratiate herself into his good graces. His natural distrust of his fellow man, or woman, had hazarded several earlier relationships. Jake’s Law #7 – Trust yourself first; others seldom.
S he leaned back against the fence and pointed to the three-hundred-gallon water tank on a ledge above the house. “What’s that for?”
He forced his eyes away from her breasts, which though small jutted provocatively beneath his oversize shirt. “Water storage. I pump water from the well into the holding tank. It keeps the water pressure high enough without using the pump every time. That saves electricity and wear and tear on the pump.”
“ What about sewage?”
“I have a n eco-friendly sewage tank that efficiently digests the waste. The runoff is clean enough to use to water the plants.”
She pointed to the stone dam and smiled. “Is that your swimming pool?”
He swiped the sweat from his forehead with the palm of his hand, and then wiped his hand across the front of his shirt. “When it’s full of water. Maybe when the monsoons get here.”
“ Solar panels on the roof, a well, water tank – you thought this out pretty well, didn’t you?”
He shrugged and pointed to a small adobe brick building near a tall sycamore tree. “My grandfather owned this ranch. He lived in the old house over there. He built it in 1943. He planted the tree when he started the house. I use it for a work shed. I was a county deputy, but I ran an online survivalist and hunter website on the side. I also repaired guns.”
One of the goats stretched its neck through the fence and brushed the back of her leg for attention. She turned and began petting its head. “You saved my life.”
He didn’t know what to say without sounding smug , so he said nothing. When she finished petting the goat, she turned and moved closer to him. She leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. Before he could respond, she backed away. It was a coy kiss, but one filled with promise.
“Thank you ,” she said.
As she walked away ahead of him, his eyes strayed to her hips. Was she sashaying for his benefit, or was that the way she normally walked? He hadn’t paid close enough attention before , but he was now.
H e had spent the last two nights sleeping on the couch, offering her his bed in a gentlemanly manner. He had hoped that she might slip into bed with him or invite him into hers, but she hadn’t, and he didn’t want to force the issue. Her casual offer of sex had weighed heavily on his mind, but somehow, he couldn’t bring himself to make that last bit of commitment. He was a loner, yet he knew that once committed, he could never send her away. The world had changed, and to a degree, so had he.
As he watched her, he felt his resolve weakening with each step. The idea of sex with her excited him. It had been a long time between lovers, and it had looked as if it might be even longer. He wondered how the agility of her yoga movements translated to sex. It
He gave her a tour of the ranch. She was fascinated by the animals, especially the goats, which came up to her and allowed her pet them and to feed them by hand, something they wouldn’t tolerate from him. He didn’t know if she was genuinely intrigued by his set up, or if she was trying to ingratiate herself into his good graces. His natural distrust of his fellow man, or woman, had hazarded several earlier relationships. Jake’s Law #7 – Trust yourself first; others seldom.
S he leaned back against the fence and pointed to the three-hundred-gallon water tank on a ledge above the house. “What’s that for?”
He forced his eyes away from her breasts, which though small jutted provocatively beneath his oversize shirt. “Water storage. I pump water from the well into the holding tank. It keeps the water pressure high enough without using the pump every time. That saves electricity and wear and tear on the pump.”
“ What about sewage?”
“I have a n eco-friendly sewage tank that efficiently digests the waste. The runoff is clean enough to use to water the plants.”
She pointed to the stone dam and smiled. “Is that your swimming pool?”
He swiped the sweat from his forehead with the palm of his hand, and then wiped his hand across the front of his shirt. “When it’s full of water. Maybe when the monsoons get here.”
“ Solar panels on the roof, a well, water tank – you thought this out pretty well, didn’t you?”
He shrugged and pointed to a small adobe brick building near a tall sycamore tree. “My grandfather owned this ranch. He lived in the old house over there. He built it in 1943. He planted the tree when he started the house. I use it for a work shed. I was a county deputy, but I ran an online survivalist and hunter website on the side. I also repaired guns.”
One of the goats stretched its neck through the fence and brushed the back of her leg for attention. She turned and began petting its head. “You saved my life.”
He didn’t know what to say without sounding smug , so he said nothing. When she finished petting the goat, she turned and moved closer to him. She leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. Before he could respond, she backed away. It was a coy kiss, but one filled with promise.
“Thank you ,” she said.
As she walked away ahead of him, his eyes strayed to her hips. Was she sashaying for his benefit, or was that the way she normally walked? He hadn’t paid close enough attention before , but he was now.
H e had spent the last two nights sleeping on the couch, offering her his bed in a gentlemanly manner. He had hoped that she might slip into bed with him or invite him into hers, but she hadn’t, and he didn’t want to force the issue. Her casual offer of sex had weighed heavily on his mind, but somehow, he couldn’t bring himself to make that last bit of commitment. He was a loner, yet he knew that once committed, he could never send her away. The world had changed, and to a degree, so had he.
As he watched her, he felt his resolve weakening with each step. The idea of sex with her excited him. It had been a long time between lovers, and it had looked as if it might be even longer. He wondered how the agility of her yoga movements translated to sex. It
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