Marriage at the Cowboy's Command

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had asked her after leading her to her bedroom. “You’re not getting rid of me, you know. The doctor put me in charge. I run international corporations. I think I can take care ofone woman, one little boy and a few horses and cows. Hell, cows feed themselves.”
    Her brows had flown together at that. “You know better than that.”
    â€œThat I do,” he’d said with a smile.
    â€œI imagine in a day or two you’ll be so bored you’ll be longing for London and your lavish lifestyle, not to mention your countess.”
    â€œThat doesn’t mean I’ll leave Daniel. Then there’s Hassan. I promised him I’d help you.”
    Ignoring her pout, he’d poured her a glass of water. When she’d dutifully swallowed her pain pill, he said, “Good night. I’ll say a prayer to whoever’s listening that a night’s sleep improves your attitude. You really are an incredibly difficult patient.”
    â€œBecause of you! The only thing that could possibly improve my attitude is for you to—”
    He’d leaned closer and touched her lips with a blunt fingertip. “Hush, before you say more mean things about the father of your son. You were in trouble long before I showed up. I’m here to help. So, good night. And that’s final…unless you want me to tuck you in and kiss you good night.” He’d said that only because she’d looked so cute frowning at him, that he’d forgotten they were at war.
    Caught by surprise by his last comment, she’d glanced at his mouth and blushed most becomingly, her lips parting slightly, as if in invitation, before she’d caught herself.
    Heat washed through him.
    â€œWould you get out?”
    â€œMy pleasure,” he’d whispered, smiling at her as he’d closed her door softly. “Sweet dreams.”
    Her eyes, deep and dark in her flushed face, had shot sparks at him.
    Ten minutes later, Luke was still thinking about her brilliant, intelligent eyes and how they made her thin face even lovelier than the elegant Teresa’s. Caitlyn’s eyes warmed him, made him feel young and eager again, as he had when he’d been in love with her. Indeed, the memory of her brilliant eyes was still distracting him as Daniel labored through the story about a wise owl and an idiot mouse in need of a lesson.
    Then the phone rang. Daniel, no doubt anxious for any excuse to stop reading, asked, “Can I quit now?”
    â€œYes. That was very good.”
    Not about to wait for Luke to change his mind, Daniel shot off the couch and ran down the hall to his room.
    Damn, Luke thought, when the phone didn’t ring again. Caitlyn, who was supposed to be asleep, must have answered the call. He was wondering what the caller wanted, when he heard a crash in her bedroom.
    Afraid she’d gotten up and fallen, Luke rushed down the hall and flung open her door.
    Bathed in the golden glow of the bedside lamp, she wore nothing but a pair of skimpy red lace bikini panties. Leaning against one crutch, her arms were outstretched as she bent to put on a red bra. When the door banged open, she’d frozen, staring up at him with huge dark eyes.
    Erotic longing surged through him in a warm tide. She blushed but made no move to cover herself. The moment went on and on. Why did she stand there in shock and let him devour the sight of her lush figure?
    Hell, why didn’t he have the sense to look away? But he couldn’t. She was too beautiful. His heart poundedviolently, and his avid gaze remained fixed on the voluptuous curves of her hips and the globes of her firm, high breasts. He couldn’t have looked away had his life depended on it.
    Didn’t she guess how powerfully she affected him? Or did she? Was she doing this to seduce him?
    Feeling short of breath, he fought to control himself. God help him, he wanted to pull her into his arms. He wanted to touch her more than he’d ever

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