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you know that?"
"And proud of it." Cassie gave him a
bodacious grin and demanded once more, "Now what's the next
number?"
The sun was setting by the time they
corralled all the cows they'd cut into the catch pen, and had
unsaddled their horses. Cassie was dirty, sore and tired, but happy
too. They'd finished the job and had all sixteen cows back to the
barn.
"I'm gonna sleep good tonight," she said as
Luke took her saddle from her shoulder and walked with her to the
tack room. Her stomach rumbled. "We missed lunch, so I hope Imelda
has something good for supper."
"Everything Imelda makes is good."
"Yeah, she's a damned good cook," Cassie
said then tilted her head and asked, "You staying for supper?"
"You inviting me to stay?" he drawled, his
whiskey brown eyes hopeful.
Cassie hesitated and nibbled her lower lip.
It probably wasn't a great idea, but he had worked hard today and
was probably just as hungry as she was. As aggravating as he'd been
today, she couldn't deny him. "Yeah, I'm inviting."
Surprise flitted across his tired face, then
he grinned at her. "Thanks," Luke said then looked down at his
dirty clothes and dirtier hands. "I need to take a shower
though."
"You can take one up at the house in the
spare room. I'm sure Daddy has something you can change into."
"I have some spare clothes in the truck.
Always carry them because I never know what I'm gonna encounter
when I'm on shift," he told her thinking of the last time he'd had
to use them. A very unfriendly skunk had wandered into the
mini-mart right outside of town. It took him a week and a case of
tomato juice to get that smell off of him and out of his car. Cole
had gotten a lot of mileage teasing him over that unfortunate
event.
He pulled off his dusty, sweaty hat and
slapped it on his thigh, then ran his hand through his wet hair.
"I'll grab them and be right in...and thanks again."
She nodded and he watched as she walked off
toward the house, her stride not quite as long as it usually was.
Tomorrow she'd feel like she'd been run over by a truck. You didn't
ride as hard as she had today after not riding for ten years and
not pay the price. It had been seven years since he'd ridden, so
her pain must be at least twice what his was.
Luke shook his head, amazed again at how
focused and determined she'd been to finish their job after being
thrown from Honey. Most women, wouldn't have even been out there in
the first place. But she'd been out there and she hadn't let a
little thing like getting thrown slow her down.
It seemed like he was the only one scared
down to his toes from the frightening experience. When he saw her
fly off the horse and hit the dirt, his heart had actually stopped
until he found out she was still breathing and in one piece. People
died from lesser falls.
After he'd gotten his senses back, his
respect for her edged up a few notches. Her spurs weren't just for
show, like he'd originally thought. Working the cattle with her
today had been like a well-orchestrated dance. One he wouldn't mind
repeating...in bed.
He had to get control of himself several
times during the day when he kept imagining her riding him as well
as she was riding that horse. And then when they'd ridden double,
Luke thought he was going to lose it right there like a teenage
boy, if she wiggled against him in the saddle again. Her
salty-sweet taste, when he couldn't resist sampling her neck, had
almost sent him over the edge.
Opening the door of his truck, Luke reached
behind the seat and pulled out his duffle then slammed it. He
walked to the porch and pulled off his boots then stomped a few
times to knock the dust off his jeans, before he opened the door
and walked inside. He heard someone talking on the phone in the
little alcove down the hall to the right and a light feminine laugh
had him standing still for a second to listen.
"Yeah, I'm fine, James. Just hurt my pride."
Cassie's
"And proud of it." Cassie gave him a
bodacious grin and demanded once more, "Now what's the next
number?"
The sun was setting by the time they
corralled all the cows they'd cut into the catch pen, and had
unsaddled their horses. Cassie was dirty, sore and tired, but happy
too. They'd finished the job and had all sixteen cows back to the
barn.
"I'm gonna sleep good tonight," she said as
Luke took her saddle from her shoulder and walked with her to the
tack room. Her stomach rumbled. "We missed lunch, so I hope Imelda
has something good for supper."
"Everything Imelda makes is good."
"Yeah, she's a damned good cook," Cassie
said then tilted her head and asked, "You staying for supper?"
"You inviting me to stay?" he drawled, his
whiskey brown eyes hopeful.
Cassie hesitated and nibbled her lower lip.
It probably wasn't a great idea, but he had worked hard today and
was probably just as hungry as she was. As aggravating as he'd been
today, she couldn't deny him. "Yeah, I'm inviting."
Surprise flitted across his tired face, then
he grinned at her. "Thanks," Luke said then looked down at his
dirty clothes and dirtier hands. "I need to take a shower
though."
"You can take one up at the house in the
spare room. I'm sure Daddy has something you can change into."
"I have some spare clothes in the truck.
Always carry them because I never know what I'm gonna encounter
when I'm on shift," he told her thinking of the last time he'd had
to use them. A very unfriendly skunk had wandered into the
mini-mart right outside of town. It took him a week and a case of
tomato juice to get that smell off of him and out of his car. Cole
had gotten a lot of mileage teasing him over that unfortunate
event.
He pulled off his dusty, sweaty hat and
slapped it on his thigh, then ran his hand through his wet hair.
"I'll grab them and be right in...and thanks again."
She nodded and he watched as she walked off
toward the house, her stride not quite as long as it usually was.
Tomorrow she'd feel like she'd been run over by a truck. You didn't
ride as hard as she had today after not riding for ten years and
not pay the price. It had been seven years since he'd ridden, so
her pain must be at least twice what his was.
Luke shook his head, amazed again at how
focused and determined she'd been to finish their job after being
thrown from Honey. Most women, wouldn't have even been out there in
the first place. But she'd been out there and she hadn't let a
little thing like getting thrown slow her down.
It seemed like he was the only one scared
down to his toes from the frightening experience. When he saw her
fly off the horse and hit the dirt, his heart had actually stopped
until he found out she was still breathing and in one piece. People
died from lesser falls.
After he'd gotten his senses back, his
respect for her edged up a few notches. Her spurs weren't just for
show, like he'd originally thought. Working the cattle with her
today had been like a well-orchestrated dance. One he wouldn't mind
repeating...in bed.
He had to get control of himself several
times during the day when he kept imagining her riding him as well
as she was riding that horse. And then when they'd ridden double,
Luke thought he was going to lose it right there like a teenage
boy, if she wiggled against him in the saddle again. Her
salty-sweet taste, when he couldn't resist sampling her neck, had
almost sent him over the edge.
Opening the door of his truck, Luke reached
behind the seat and pulled out his duffle then slammed it. He
walked to the porch and pulled off his boots then stomped a few
times to knock the dust off his jeans, before he opened the door
and walked inside. He heard someone talking on the phone in the
little alcove down the hall to the right and a light feminine laugh
had him standing still for a second to listen.
"Yeah, I'm fine, James. Just hurt my pride."
Cassie's
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