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“Where’s she hiding?”
    “Said you’d
find her at your old hunting cabin.” Tom tipped back his glass, drained it, and
slammed the empty on the table. “As for me, I’m heading home to my wife. These
boys don’t look like they’ll last much longer.”
    Trent studied
the motley group. “You’re right. Not much point of hanging around here if there’s
a woman waiting for me somewhere else.” He turned and strolled out of the barn.
After the weeks he’d spent in the saddle, he could use a different kind of
ride. One that included pounding into a hot pussy and releasing the frustration
pooling in his loins.
    Tom followed
him outside. “I saddled your horse and tied it over here by mine.”
    Trent’s
favorite stallion waited next to Tom’s bay. Why hadn’t he noticed his horse
when he’d entered the barn?
    “Thanks, Tom.”
He walked to the black horse and untied the reins from the hitching post. A
cooling breeze brushed across his face and some of his earlier anger with his
father’s ultimatum faded. “I bet the girl waiting on me is already asleep.”
    Tom strolled
to the bay. “Can’t say. My wife always seems to be awake no matter what time I
make it home. Women just like knowing where their men are.”
    The slight
stoop of his foreman’s shoulders and his reluctance to leave seemed at odds
with his words. What’s the burr under his saddle?
    Then Tom
swayed on his feet and mounted his horse.
    Must be
drunk.
    Trent put his
foot in the stirrup, slung a leg over the stallion’s rear, and landed in the
saddle. “Well, I better get moving. I’ve already wasted half the night, and I
still have a twenty-minute ride in front of me.” Trent waved and guided the
stallion down the trail leading from the house.
    Luckily, the
moon, glowing on the horizon lit the path and made the trip easier than some of
the black nights he’d endured on the cattle drive. Images of women flashed in
his head. He settled on a brunette with full breasts and creamy white skin.
Need tightened his balls, and he shifted in the saddle to ease the pressure,
then kicked his mount and the soft canter turned into a gallop on the dirt
path. Dark shadows lurked over the landscape. A sorrowful yelp echoed across
the plains, and he scanned the area for coyotes. Why couldn’t the varmints find
another place to feed?
    And why—damn
it—did his father arrange for him to take a wife without consulting him first?
    He had no
desire to join the war between the North and the South, but that didn’t mean he
needed to get hitched to avoid serving. Lots of men had decided to continue
with their lives and not become involved in the skirmish.
    Catherine
Turnberry was the daughter of their closest neighbor, and as a child she’d been
trying at best. Wild brown hair streaming around her face, gangly arms and
legs, she’d be lucky to…another vision replaced the first. The day he’d come
across Catherine riding across his family’s land. A broad smile across her
face, she’d worn pants and looked like a boy. Yet the moment he’d flagged her
down, he noticed the open neckline of her blouse and the gentle curve of her
breasts.
    She’d swung
off her horse and landed right in front of him. “This better be good, Mr.
McCall, because I’m already late.”
    Her sassy
manner had ignited his interest. Was she still such a rebel to question a man
twice her size? He glanced ahead and directed his horse across a small creek.
With the cabin in sight, he licked his lips in anticipation. Maybe the pleasure
of bedding a woman would lighten the load of facing a wedding.
    Tonight, he
could enjoy himself—no Catherine, no marriage, just a long night of rowdy
fucking.
    ****
    “It’s too hot
for a fire.” Catherine groaned at the wooden walls and ignored the book on her
lap. A light breeze from the cracks in the shutters swept along her neck and
under the collar of her cotton robe. Her gaze darted to the bed in the corner.
A worn quilt she’d allowed to air