the land is cheap and the people scarce. How about you?”
“A city. I’ve always wanted to work in a big bank.”
“Too many people.” He shook his head.
“If my father hears about our deal, he’ll try to stop me by stopping you.”
“He won’t hear about it.” Rowdy stood and offered her a hand. “But maybe it would be a good idea if you didn’t come around me at the rodeo tonight. Someone might notice.”
She nodded and placed her hand in his. “All right. I brought you a few things you can use around here. When you leave, you can give them back or leave them for the next owner.”
He wouldn’t have taken anything from her but a loan didn’t seem wrong. She handed him blankets, towels, coffee and a lantern. “They won’t be missed. I took them from the chuck wagon that’s stored in the barn until roundup.”
He set the supplies down on the porch and unloaded a bale of hay and some oats for Cinnamon. “Thanks,” he said when the wagon was empty.
“It’s only fair. You seem to be doing all the work in this partnership.” She picked a piece of straw off his shoulder and then looked embarrassed at her boldness.
She turned to climb in the wagon, but his hand stopped her with a touch.
“No kiss for luck?” he asked as his fingers rested at her waist.
When she leaned to kiss his cheek, he shifted and their lips touched. He felt her jerk like a colt about to run, but she didn’t back away.
For a moment they stood in the morning sun, their bodies an inch apart, their lips barely touching. He wanted to pull her against him, but he figured he’d frighten her to death if he did.
He pulled away and stared down into her pretty blue eyes. She looked a little surprised, maybe bewildered, but not afraid, he thought. Then he smiled, thinking that if she could read his mind she’d probably run like hell.
“Good luck,” she whispered.
“Kiss me again,” he answered back without moving. “I can’t believe it felt so good.”
She hesitated, then closed the distance between them. Her lips touched his lightly once more.
He moved his mouth in a gentle caress over hers this time and her body leaned into him in response. Her lips were the softest thing he’d ever touched and he couldn’t resist tugging one into his mouth for a taste.
He felt her shock, then smiled when she didn’t jump away or slap him for being so forward.
“You like that?” he whispered against her cheek as his hand moved around her waist.
She made a little sound of pleasure.
“Then open your mouth just a little, Laurel, and I’ll show you something you might like even more.”
He could feel her heart pounding against his chest as he moved his lips over her mouth, now soft and full. This time when he tugged on her bottom lip, she melted against him. Before he changed his mind, he kissed her fully, taking her breath along with her small cry of joy before he straightened.
Her forehead rested against his cheek for a moment while she breathed. He drew the smell of her deep into his lungs, and with each rise and fall of his chest, he felt her body against his . . . and she felt so good. Nothing in his life had ever felt so right.
When she finally pulled away, neither said a word, but his touch lingered at her waist as she climbed into the wagon.
Without looking at him, she said, “I’ll be watching you tonight.”
“I like your hair down.” He brushed his hand gently over a curl.
He couldn’t think of any more to say as he watched her drive away. Every nerve in his body was fighting to keep from riding after her, grabbing her and teaching her what a kiss was all about. He’d kissed a few girls before he went to prison and a few others when he’d gone with the warden to pick up horses in Mexico. Those saloon girls wanted money he didn’t have and were willing to kiss him to show what they had to offer.
But not one of them felt like Laurel in his arms.
Rowdy turned to the barn. Most men at twenty knew all about women. Most had probably had a half dozen or more. Most wouldn’t get all worked up over one kiss that hadn’t gone deep enough to taste passion.
He worked his frustration off cleaning the barn. If Laurel Hayes had a drop of