slowly.
He stepped forward. âI need a hot shower, too.â
Lord, all that heat and hunger in his gaze. Once again she lifted the hose. âI can arrange a cold one.â
âYou wouldnât do that.â
A dare. He didnât know her well enough, or he would never have said such a thing. She was the middle child. A born hellion. Never had she let a dare pass unanswered.
The adolescent in her warred with the woman. The woman who wanted to be noticed. Wanted. Held. Kept.
None of these things were a really good idea. Not when the princess within her suddenly reared her head and demanded equal time as the woman.
Truth was, she was this whole, complicated human being, and she wanted cowboy Timothy Banning to see it.
Would he?
Maybe if he could ever stop ârescuingâ her for long enough to really see her. She glanced at him from beneath lowered lashes and realizedâ¦he was again looking at her body. Her wet body.
And there was nothing in his expression that signified he wanted to do anything but devour her.
On the spot.
She shivered in delight and reservation at the same time.
âNatalia? Put down the hose.â
âI canât do that, Tim,â she said softly, wondering how heâd look all drenched with water. Probably pretty darn breathtaking.
âWhy not?â he asked, just as softly.
âBecause I find Iâm still a little mad.â Not really. Hot, yes. Very hot.
And it was mostly his fault. Given that, no one could blame her for what she wanted to do. Not a single person.
He was looking at her, focusing all his attention on her in a way that made her feel indelibly female. And powerful. The powerful part was a definite mistake on his part. âNataliaââ
âIâm sorry,â she said ahead of time, and leveled him in the chest with the hose.
But the joke was on her because as the dropletsslid down his chest and absorbed into the waistband of the soft jeans hung low on his hips, her mouth watered. Her body overheated. And ached.
Damn it, all sheâd done was reawaken those pesky lust hormones.
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T HE NEXT MORNING Tim still couldnât get over it. He was miles from the house on his horse, checking fences, and already he needed a shower.
A cold one.
It wasnât the weather making him hot, though it was an unseasonably warm day. It wasnât the torn fence heâd just found. Nor the missing cattle. Nor the fact he had a sick calf.
It happened to be his cook. The woman heâd hired only to help her out. The woman heâd brought home intending to give her a leg up, a place to regroup.
Instead sheâd knocked him for a loop. And it wasnât about how sheâd pushed him flat on his ass into the mud with the cold water from the hose the day before.
It was how she made him see things. Food for instance. Watching her eat and enjoy her food was pretty much a mind-blowing experience, even if they obviously had very different ideas on what good food was.
Bottom line, heâd had no idea how little passion heâd put into his life lately.
She made him smile, too, at every turn. When was the last time heâd wanted to kiss a woman stupid and laugh at the same time?
And then there was how she made him feel when she looked at him as if he were the greatest man on the face of the earth. Why did she do that? Didnât she know it cut right through his heart and made him want things he was better off not wanting?
She was leaving, possibly today. Tomorrow for certain. Heâd paid her daily, expecting every morning to wake up and find her gone, but she was always in the kitchen ahead of him, no matter how early.
Cooking.
The food had been awful. He swiped his forearm across his forehead and pulled his shirt away from his body, wondering how many candy bars and other snack foods heâd consumed with the guys in the past few days trying to ward off starvation.
But heâd miss her.
The thought was
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