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sweetheart. Remember the place where the water is warm? Now, take Mama’s hand, and we’ll practice skipping. Do you remember the horsey song?”
Nate watched them retreat, Corey hopping clumsily beside his mother. Susannah held Corey’s fingers with one hand, and with the other, lifted her skirt to her knees and skipped gaily down the hill, singing the words to an inane song about a horse that could fly.
A crushing warmth invaded Nate’s gut. If Susannah was acting, she’d missed her calling, because he had yet to catch her out of character.
Max, who had been curled up in the shade, stood, shook his muscular body, then loped after them. He stopped, turned and looked at Nate, appearing confused as to where his duties were.
“Go on, boy,” Nate ordered. “Keep an eye on them.”
Max sprinted away, disappearing into the brush.
As Nate studied the remaining lumber, he realized he didn’t have enough to rebuild the floor of the porch. Susannah wouldn’t know the difference if he went into Angel’s Valley and purchased the wood himself.
He headed for town, then detoured slightly, taking the path to the river. He just wanted to make sure they were all right, that’s all. But when he heard Susannah’s laughter, a strange, not unpleasant twinge in his chest gave him momentary discomfort as he listened to the unbridled happiness in her voice.
Moving on, he also heard water trickling and splashing over the rocks. Then he saw them. Pulling his horse to a stop behind a grove of manzanitas, he watched, and although he knew he was acting no more nobly than the peeping Eli Clegg, he couldn’t pull himself away.
Corey, whose clothes were folded neatly on the grass near the water, sat in a shallow pool of water, splashing and giggling. He tossed a stick downstream, and Max galloped through the stream, retrieved the stick and brought it back to the boy, who threw it again.
Susannah dangled her feet in the water, her dress and her petticoat hiked to her knees and her legs bare. Her arms were braced on either side of her, and her face was lifted skyward, her eyes closed against the sunlight. Dark fires shimmered off her hair.
“Mama! Come in! Come in! Come in!” Corey chanted, splashing rhythmically.
Pulling her feet from the water, Susannah drew her legs up and hugged them to her chest. “Oh, darling, don’t tempt me,” she said on a sigh.
Max hopped onto the grassy ledge where Susannah sat and shook himself violently, sending water spraying over her like a spring rain. She gasped in surprise, then her sweet laughter rang through the air again.
“Oh, Corey! Max got Mama all wet, anyway.” She stood, unfastened the hooks down the front of her bodice, and stepped out of her dress, dragging her petticoat with it. She pulled her chemise off over her head, leaving her in a white camisole and drawers, which had already been rolled up over her knees.
Nate knew he should turn away. He also knew he wouldn’t. Like a man thirsting for water, he watched as she stepped to the edge of the pool. Her fists were at her hips, pulling her camisole snugly across her chest. Even from where he sat, he could see the perfect outline of her shape beneath the thin garment. Her profile was magnificent. Her breasts were round and firm, jiggling deliciously against her camisole as she moved on the shore.
Nate’s eyes went to her generous cleavage as she bent over to gently scold the dog for getting her wet. Her breasts swung beneath the white, lace-edged garment, and Nate felt a delicious bite of hunger deep in his loins.
He forced his gaze away, only to find himself memorizing her rounded hips and long, shapely legs. He could see the faint outline of her stomach as it moved beneath her drawers, and he followed it down to the joining of her thighs. There, he thought, his mouth dry as dust as his gaze lingered, there is where she would have a luxurious nest of brown curls hiding her secrets. Her magical, feminine secrets . . .
Max
Nate watched them retreat, Corey hopping clumsily beside his mother. Susannah held Corey’s fingers with one hand, and with the other, lifted her skirt to her knees and skipped gaily down the hill, singing the words to an inane song about a horse that could fly.
A crushing warmth invaded Nate’s gut. If Susannah was acting, she’d missed her calling, because he had yet to catch her out of character.
Max, who had been curled up in the shade, stood, shook his muscular body, then loped after them. He stopped, turned and looked at Nate, appearing confused as to where his duties were.
“Go on, boy,” Nate ordered. “Keep an eye on them.”
Max sprinted away, disappearing into the brush.
As Nate studied the remaining lumber, he realized he didn’t have enough to rebuild the floor of the porch. Susannah wouldn’t know the difference if he went into Angel’s Valley and purchased the wood himself.
He headed for town, then detoured slightly, taking the path to the river. He just wanted to make sure they were all right, that’s all. But when he heard Susannah’s laughter, a strange, not unpleasant twinge in his chest gave him momentary discomfort as he listened to the unbridled happiness in her voice.
Moving on, he also heard water trickling and splashing over the rocks. Then he saw them. Pulling his horse to a stop behind a grove of manzanitas, he watched, and although he knew he was acting no more nobly than the peeping Eli Clegg, he couldn’t pull himself away.
Corey, whose clothes were folded neatly on the grass near the water, sat in a shallow pool of water, splashing and giggling. He tossed a stick downstream, and Max galloped through the stream, retrieved the stick and brought it back to the boy, who threw it again.
Susannah dangled her feet in the water, her dress and her petticoat hiked to her knees and her legs bare. Her arms were braced on either side of her, and her face was lifted skyward, her eyes closed against the sunlight. Dark fires shimmered off her hair.
“Mama! Come in! Come in! Come in!” Corey chanted, splashing rhythmically.
Pulling her feet from the water, Susannah drew her legs up and hugged them to her chest. “Oh, darling, don’t tempt me,” she said on a sigh.
Max hopped onto the grassy ledge where Susannah sat and shook himself violently, sending water spraying over her like a spring rain. She gasped in surprise, then her sweet laughter rang through the air again.
“Oh, Corey! Max got Mama all wet, anyway.” She stood, unfastened the hooks down the front of her bodice, and stepped out of her dress, dragging her petticoat with it. She pulled her chemise off over her head, leaving her in a white camisole and drawers, which had already been rolled up over her knees.
Nate knew he should turn away. He also knew he wouldn’t. Like a man thirsting for water, he watched as she stepped to the edge of the pool. Her fists were at her hips, pulling her camisole snugly across her chest. Even from where he sat, he could see the perfect outline of her shape beneath the thin garment. Her profile was magnificent. Her breasts were round and firm, jiggling deliciously against her camisole as she moved on the shore.
Nate’s eyes went to her generous cleavage as she bent over to gently scold the dog for getting her wet. Her breasts swung beneath the white, lace-edged garment, and Nate felt a delicious bite of hunger deep in his loins.
He forced his gaze away, only to find himself memorizing her rounded hips and long, shapely legs. He could see the faint outline of her stomach as it moved beneath her drawers, and he followed it down to the joining of her thighs. There, he thought, his mouth dry as dust as his gaze lingered, there is where she would have a luxurious nest of brown curls hiding her secrets. Her magical, feminine secrets . . .
Max
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