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Authors: Peggy Webb
Tags: Romance, Contemporary Romance, romantic suspense, Medical Mystery, Classic Romance, Southern authors, Peggy Webb backlist, Peggy Webb romance, dangerous heroes, Native American heroes, Indian heroes
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is okay, but no beating the hell out of anybody, no matter how much they deserve it.”
“Aw, shucks. Foiled again.” She grinned at him, stretching her long, tan legs.
He clenched his hands and balled them in his pockets.
“Promise me, Kate?”
“I promise.”
He figured she had her fingers crossed behind her back when she said it. Kate was not the kind of woman to take adversity lying down.
He tended her wound and after she left the kitchen, Clayton took a casserole out of the refrigerator. Chicken and mushrooms with a white wine sauce. Whatever else happened to him while he was in Witch Dance, he would not go hungry. He’d learned cooking from Melissa’s French chef.
It was one of the few things he excelled at. Cooking. Medicine. Sex.
He heard the sound of running water. Kate would be naked under the shower, young and naked and glorious. The casserole slipped from his hand and crashed to the floor. For a moment he gazed at the mess as if he were trying to figure out where it had come from.
Kate was singing in the shower now, singing in a bluesy, smoky voice, slightly off key.
Clayton got a dish towel and knelt over the smashed food. Dinner would have to wait.
Chapter 6
Charleston, South Carolina
The letter lay open on the bedside table. Mick Malone skirted around it, trying not to notice. In the bathroom Martha was brushing her teeth, doing all that damned gargling he hated.
He balled his socks into a wad and rammed them into his shoes. He’d wear them again tomorrow if Martha didn’t catch him. No sense in changing socks every day.
Martha turned on the shower, and he could hear the door banging shut as she climbed inside. She used to hum in the shower long ago, so long ago, he could hardly remember.
He glanced at the letter once more. Kate’s signature stared up at him, bold as she’d always been. What would it hurt to look?
Dear Mother . . .
Mick’s hands trembled.
Witch Dance is a beautiful land, and I’m busy and happy with my work. I don’t want you to worry. I’ve made friends, and Dr. Colbert watches after me as if he were my father. I love you. Kate.
There was no sound except that of water cascading down the bathroom drain. Silently Mick replaced the letter on the bedside table, exactly as he’d found it.
He lay on his side of the bed, careful to leave enough room so Martha’s legs wouldn’t touch his. He closed his eyes and was soon breathing evenly, but his hands were clenched on top of the sheets.
Chapter 7
Witch Dance
Anna Mingo liked to do her shopping on Saturday, especially when the weather was good. If she hurried with the grocery shopping, she always had time to go to her favorite store, the little needlepoint shop on the corner of Itawamba and East streets,
“Now, mind your manners, boys. No running around the store and no touching the merchandise.”
“We’ll be good, Mama,” Clint said stoutly, though Anna had her serious doubts. Her oldest son probably would be good if Bucky didn’t always get something started.
“I mean it, children.”
They were still nodding their heads vigorously as she took both their hands and started across the street. She hurried along, thinking about the pink embroidery thread she wanted to buy and if she had enough money left over, the length of lace. Distracted, she almost didn’t see the medicine woman until it was too late.
Kate Malone was crossing the street from the opposite side. Anna knew it had to be her, for no one else in Witch Dance had hair the color of the sunset and legs so long that she could walk as fast as a man.
Anna stopped dead in her tracks, and the medicine woman smiled directly at her.
“Why, hello there. What darling little boys.”
Anguished, Anna let go of Clint and placed her hand over her stomach. The baby gave a vigorous kick.
Kate Malone stood in the middle of the street with an expectant smile on her face, waiting for an answer. It didn’t seem right to turn away from
“Aw, shucks. Foiled again.” She grinned at him, stretching her long, tan legs.
He clenched his hands and balled them in his pockets.
“Promise me, Kate?”
“I promise.”
He figured she had her fingers crossed behind her back when she said it. Kate was not the kind of woman to take adversity lying down.
He tended her wound and after she left the kitchen, Clayton took a casserole out of the refrigerator. Chicken and mushrooms with a white wine sauce. Whatever else happened to him while he was in Witch Dance, he would not go hungry. He’d learned cooking from Melissa’s French chef.
It was one of the few things he excelled at. Cooking. Medicine. Sex.
He heard the sound of running water. Kate would be naked under the shower, young and naked and glorious. The casserole slipped from his hand and crashed to the floor. For a moment he gazed at the mess as if he were trying to figure out where it had come from.
Kate was singing in the shower now, singing in a bluesy, smoky voice, slightly off key.
Clayton got a dish towel and knelt over the smashed food. Dinner would have to wait.
Chapter 6
Charleston, South Carolina
The letter lay open on the bedside table. Mick Malone skirted around it, trying not to notice. In the bathroom Martha was brushing her teeth, doing all that damned gargling he hated.
He balled his socks into a wad and rammed them into his shoes. He’d wear them again tomorrow if Martha didn’t catch him. No sense in changing socks every day.
Martha turned on the shower, and he could hear the door banging shut as she climbed inside. She used to hum in the shower long ago, so long ago, he could hardly remember.
He glanced at the letter once more. Kate’s signature stared up at him, bold as she’d always been. What would it hurt to look?
Dear Mother . . .
Mick’s hands trembled.
Witch Dance is a beautiful land, and I’m busy and happy with my work. I don’t want you to worry. I’ve made friends, and Dr. Colbert watches after me as if he were my father. I love you. Kate.
There was no sound except that of water cascading down the bathroom drain. Silently Mick replaced the letter on the bedside table, exactly as he’d found it.
He lay on his side of the bed, careful to leave enough room so Martha’s legs wouldn’t touch his. He closed his eyes and was soon breathing evenly, but his hands were clenched on top of the sheets.
Chapter 7
Witch Dance
Anna Mingo liked to do her shopping on Saturday, especially when the weather was good. If she hurried with the grocery shopping, she always had time to go to her favorite store, the little needlepoint shop on the corner of Itawamba and East streets,
“Now, mind your manners, boys. No running around the store and no touching the merchandise.”
“We’ll be good, Mama,” Clint said stoutly, though Anna had her serious doubts. Her oldest son probably would be good if Bucky didn’t always get something started.
“I mean it, children.”
They were still nodding their heads vigorously as she took both their hands and started across the street. She hurried along, thinking about the pink embroidery thread she wanted to buy and if she had enough money left over, the length of lace. Distracted, she almost didn’t see the medicine woman until it was too late.
Kate Malone was crossing the street from the opposite side. Anna knew it had to be her, for no one else in Witch Dance had hair the color of the sunset and legs so long that she could walk as fast as a man.
Anna stopped dead in her tracks, and the medicine woman smiled directly at her.
“Why, hello there. What darling little boys.”
Anguished, Anna let go of Clint and placed her hand over her stomach. The baby gave a vigorous kick.
Kate Malone stood in the middle of the street with an expectant smile on her face, waiting for an answer. It didn’t seem right to turn away from
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