Finally more in control of her runaway emotions, Chloe stepped over to where he stood.
“What’s wrong?”
“What’s right?” He gestured to the wagon. “There is so much junk in here I can’t even figure out what most of this stuff is.” He pushed aside a pile of what appeared to be burlap sacks to set down their homemade packs. “I wouldn’t put these any farther in or we’ll never see them again.”
Gideon climbed in, and she squawked in protest. “What are you doing now?”
“Looking for more weapons.”
“Oh.” Made sense to her and she wondered why she hadn’t thought of it. “Can I help?”
“I don’t think there’s room in here for me to change my mind, much less room for a sprite like you.”
She narrowed her eyes. “That just means I can move around easier in there, and faster too. Now if you get out, I can get in and search before it’s completely dark.”
Gideon wasn’t happy about her logic, but he must have agreed with it, because he climbed down out of the wagon. He obviously didn’t like being wrong or letting her be correct. The thought made her want to smile, but the time just wasn’t right for that. She dug around, encountering more smells, sights and surprises than she cared to. Her hands were sticky and dirty by the time she had found six knives, a rusty pistol and a shotgun. She handed each one to Gideon as she located them.
“Any ammunition for these?”
She felt a little foolish not looking for the shells and bullets, but she didn’t want him to know that. “I’m looking for them now.”
Chloe had to hold her breath a few times as she dug through the accumulation of shit the old woman had packed in the wagon. There didn’t appear to be any rhyme or reason to her organization of things, so every nook and cranny had to be searched. The good news was Chloe did find ammunition, even some for guns they hadn’t found.
As she handed the boxes to Gideon, she couldn’t help but give him a triumphant smile. “I found more than what we need.”
He smiled in return, and Chloe’s world tilted a bit sideways. For all the times she’d seen an expression on his face, she’d never seen a true smile. It transformed him into the most handsome man she had ever laid eyes on. The man’s looks were positively lethal.
“What’s wrong?” His smile turned upside down, breaking the spell.
“Nothing that some fresh air won’t cure. There’s some powerful stink in here.”
He held out his hands to help her down, and she was going to tell him no, she could get down by herself. After all, hadn’t he seen her leap from the moving wagon earlier? However, she didn’t have time to tell him a thing. He grabbed her by the waist and plucked her from the wagon as if she weighed no more than a feather.
“Jesus, you are a little bit of a thing, aren’t you?” His voice had dropped low, his tone making a shiver dance across her skin.
“Big enough.” She couldn’t help but remember what had happened between them on the wagon seat. How it felt to have him deep inside her again. Her pussy throbbed once, and she stepped away from him, somewhat afraid of her reaction to his nearness.
“Fast and strong too.” He flashed her a grin. “Now let’s find a place to stop for the night.”
She walked around to the front of the wagon on unsteady feet. Gideon put her in all sorts of knots by smiling at her, hell, just by breathing. He was definitely dangerous for her equilibrium and her heart, not to mention her peace of mind. Yet he was by her side, searching for her family. He was a Southern gentleman, something she thought had drowned in the blood from the Civil War.
Chloe was pensive and off-kilter as they made their way down the trail. The twilight gave way to darkness, and still they traveled in silence. It was fine with her, since she didn’t know what to say to him anyway. How could she tell him that she wanted to travel by his side always? That they appeared to be meant to
“What’s wrong?”
“What’s right?” He gestured to the wagon. “There is so much junk in here I can’t even figure out what most of this stuff is.” He pushed aside a pile of what appeared to be burlap sacks to set down their homemade packs. “I wouldn’t put these any farther in or we’ll never see them again.”
Gideon climbed in, and she squawked in protest. “What are you doing now?”
“Looking for more weapons.”
“Oh.” Made sense to her and she wondered why she hadn’t thought of it. “Can I help?”
“I don’t think there’s room in here for me to change my mind, much less room for a sprite like you.”
She narrowed her eyes. “That just means I can move around easier in there, and faster too. Now if you get out, I can get in and search before it’s completely dark.”
Gideon wasn’t happy about her logic, but he must have agreed with it, because he climbed down out of the wagon. He obviously didn’t like being wrong or letting her be correct. The thought made her want to smile, but the time just wasn’t right for that. She dug around, encountering more smells, sights and surprises than she cared to. Her hands were sticky and dirty by the time she had found six knives, a rusty pistol and a shotgun. She handed each one to Gideon as she located them.
“Any ammunition for these?”
She felt a little foolish not looking for the shells and bullets, but she didn’t want him to know that. “I’m looking for them now.”
Chloe had to hold her breath a few times as she dug through the accumulation of shit the old woman had packed in the wagon. There didn’t appear to be any rhyme or reason to her organization of things, so every nook and cranny had to be searched. The good news was Chloe did find ammunition, even some for guns they hadn’t found.
As she handed the boxes to Gideon, she couldn’t help but give him a triumphant smile. “I found more than what we need.”
He smiled in return, and Chloe’s world tilted a bit sideways. For all the times she’d seen an expression on his face, she’d never seen a true smile. It transformed him into the most handsome man she had ever laid eyes on. The man’s looks were positively lethal.
“What’s wrong?” His smile turned upside down, breaking the spell.
“Nothing that some fresh air won’t cure. There’s some powerful stink in here.”
He held out his hands to help her down, and she was going to tell him no, she could get down by herself. After all, hadn’t he seen her leap from the moving wagon earlier? However, she didn’t have time to tell him a thing. He grabbed her by the waist and plucked her from the wagon as if she weighed no more than a feather.
“Jesus, you are a little bit of a thing, aren’t you?” His voice had dropped low, his tone making a shiver dance across her skin.
“Big enough.” She couldn’t help but remember what had happened between them on the wagon seat. How it felt to have him deep inside her again. Her pussy throbbed once, and she stepped away from him, somewhat afraid of her reaction to his nearness.
“Fast and strong too.” He flashed her a grin. “Now let’s find a place to stop for the night.”
She walked around to the front of the wagon on unsteady feet. Gideon put her in all sorts of knots by smiling at her, hell, just by breathing. He was definitely dangerous for her equilibrium and her heart, not to mention her peace of mind. Yet he was by her side, searching for her family. He was a Southern gentleman, something she thought had drowned in the blood from the Civil War.
Chloe was pensive and off-kilter as they made their way down the trail. The twilight gave way to darkness, and still they traveled in silence. It was fine with her, since she didn’t know what to say to him anyway. How could she tell him that she wanted to travel by his side always? That they appeared to be meant to
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