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to your bed as possible. So maybe he did, he admitted to himself. She felt something for him; he could see the longing in her eyes. She all but quivered at the slightest of his touches. And he really was concerned with her safety. He would bring his worries for her safety up again at breakfast, but the lady had a mind of her own.
    What was disturbing her and holding her back? There was something going on in that pretty head of hers, some reason for the wall she was keeping between them. Before long he would have his answer. He intended to learn the truth about what was worrying her.
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    Promptly at eight the next morning, Pamela heard a motor and looked out to see a black pickup swing into the drive. A pickup during the day, a black sedan last night, a home in Pine Valley, one in Georgetown in Washington, one in Spain, the Black ranch here—while she rented a tiny apartment. Their lives were poles apart and she couldn’t believe he was deeply interested in her. It seemed completely impossible.
    As if unable to contain his energy, Aaron bounded out of the pickup and his long strides ate up the distance to the door. He was in boots, jeans and a plaid wool Western shirt and he looked like the other cowboys who lived around Royal. Only he wasn’t like the other cowboys. In spite of his appearance and the West Texas drawl he could slip into so easily, she needed to remember that he led a far different life.
    When he knocked on her door, she opened it and motioned to him to enter. She was too aware of his assessing gaze and the pleasure in his eyes as he took in her jeans and blue shirt. “Mornin’, darlin’,” he said quietly and stepped inside, bringing cold air in with him. “You look prettier than a prairie rose.”
    â€œThanks, Aaron. I almost overslept.”
    â€œWish I had been here to see you oversleeping,” he said with a devilish twinkle in his green eyes.
    â€œWell, it’s best you weren’t,” she answered primly.
    â€œWant to go back to catch a few winks?” he asked, swinging her up into his arms.
    Startled, she yelped and put her arm around his neck. “No! Put me down, Aaron Black!”
    â€œIf you didn’t get a good night’s sleep, we can remedy that quickly.” He headed toward her bedroom. “Just leave it to me, and you’ll sleep like a baby.”
    â€œDon’t you dare set foot in my bedroom. Put me down!” she said, laughing and knowing he was teasing as he headed toward her bedroom. He grinned and stopped.
    â€œSee—we can have a good time together.”
    â€œI know we can,” she said, sobering, too aware how irresistible he was to her. She kept saying yes she would go out with him when she needed to avoid seeing him altogether. Yet he would be back in Spain so soon. She didn’t really believe him about a leave of absence. And looking into his green eyes now while he held her in his arms, she tingled as he studied her in return.
    â€œYou handsome devil,” she whispered, unable to keep from flirting with him.
    He slowly lowered her feet to the floor, holding her so she was pressed against him. “Good mornin’,” he whispered, and leaned down to kiss her, his mouth opening hers, his tongue stirring instant fires and driving all thought of sleep away. His strong arms held her tightly and in seconds her breathing was as erratic as his, her heart thudding violently.
    Finally she broke away, pushing against his chest. “Aaron—you promised to take me to eat.”
    â€œYeah, I did,” he said in a husky voice, his gaze going over her features, his hand stroking her throat. He leaned down to kiss her throat and push open her shirt slightly to trail kisses lower. “I’d like to eat you,” he whispered against her throat. “Kiss by slow kiss until you let go all that reserve.” His warmfingers twisted free the top button of her shirt and he pushed it open,