the fence in one long-legged jump. Jacobs watched the other man’s sure command of the animal.
“A really long hike. She’s not your sister and she’s not underage. Three’s a crowd.”
“All right, you’ve got a point.” Jacobs rolled his shoulders. “I’m going to take a walk.”
“You’re wasting your time.” It wasn’t that the woman who issued that wanted to be overheard. Her close proximity caused it to happen. A flustered man stepped directly into her path, forcing her to either stop or collide with him.
“Now, Beth, just let me explain.”
“There is nothing to explain,” she informed him. “Maybe Wendy doesn’t mind sharing her man, but I do.”
Hooking her hands back into the handles of a huge basket, the girl set her feet to walking around her unwanted companion. She raised her head high as she dismissed his presence.
“You are going to marry me, Beth.”
She dropped her basket to the ground with a thud as she got into her companion’s face.
“I guess I must have missed the part where you asked me to marry you!” She planted her right hand in the center of his chest as she shoved him away. The picture was actually funny. The woman called Beth stood a good two inches above her unwanted company. The man wasn’t short, but she stood at six feet with a head of auburn hair to accentuate it. “Don’t waste your breath.”
She bent over to retrieve her basket again, giving Jacobs a tempting look at her bottom. She wasn’t some tiny female that he’d be worried about breaking. Her body was full of feminine curves in all the right places.
Her would-be boyfriend did as he was instructed. He didn’t waste his breath. Instead, he pulled her forward by her forearms and planted his mouth over hers. The basket hit the ground again as she lashed out at the unwanted attention. The boy joined the basket as Beth used her greater size to extract her body from his embrace. Rage contorted the man’s face as he climbed to his feet.
“You’re a cold bitch!”
Moving in front of her, Jacobs neatly cut off the man’s attempt at revenge. While his eyes mirrored rage, common sense overruled his impulses. He flung a last glare at Beth before stalking off. A stifled sound of frustration came from Beth before she bent down for her basket once again. Jacobs snagged it from the ground before her fingers made contact.
“You seem to keep dropping this,” he offered softly.
Her eyes widened as she had to tip her head back to look into his eyes. There was a flare of interest in her deep blue eyes but she covered it quickly.
“It’s an allergic reaction to men being too close to me.”
Jacobs let a grin split his face.
“Guess that means I’d better keep it. There’re a lot of men here today.”
She fluttered her eyelashes before sweeping her skirts around him.
“Ever so kind of you.”
“No trouble.” And it wasn’t. She walked up the path with the bearing of an officer and was covered from head to toe in her historical dress. But there was something intensely feminine and definitely sexy about her as she stalked up the hill with her dress swishing over her hips.
“No trouble at all.”
Jacobs shouldered her load and followed her up the hill. Letting a woman lead the way had rather nice advantages. At least from his view it did. The smooth skin of her neck was the only bare flesh his eyes caught, but she was certainly one of the most sensuous sights he’d ever seen. She threaded her way through the cooking-fire pits and outdoor kitchens until she found one that was empty.
“Thank you.”
She dropped him a small curtsy before arranging her camp kitchen to her satisfaction. Her actions dismissed him and Jacobs found it amusing, so he stayed. The activity of producing a meal over the campfire took most of her attention, but she brought her blue eyes around to rest on him from time to time, and Jacobs grinned at her in response.
Duty finally ended his game and Jacobs reluctantly
“A really long hike. She’s not your sister and she’s not underage. Three’s a crowd.”
“All right, you’ve got a point.” Jacobs rolled his shoulders. “I’m going to take a walk.”
“You’re wasting your time.” It wasn’t that the woman who issued that wanted to be overheard. Her close proximity caused it to happen. A flustered man stepped directly into her path, forcing her to either stop or collide with him.
“Now, Beth, just let me explain.”
“There is nothing to explain,” she informed him. “Maybe Wendy doesn’t mind sharing her man, but I do.”
Hooking her hands back into the handles of a huge basket, the girl set her feet to walking around her unwanted companion. She raised her head high as she dismissed his presence.
“You are going to marry me, Beth.”
She dropped her basket to the ground with a thud as she got into her companion’s face.
“I guess I must have missed the part where you asked me to marry you!” She planted her right hand in the center of his chest as she shoved him away. The picture was actually funny. The woman called Beth stood a good two inches above her unwanted company. The man wasn’t short, but she stood at six feet with a head of auburn hair to accentuate it. “Don’t waste your breath.”
She bent over to retrieve her basket again, giving Jacobs a tempting look at her bottom. She wasn’t some tiny female that he’d be worried about breaking. Her body was full of feminine curves in all the right places.
Her would-be boyfriend did as he was instructed. He didn’t waste his breath. Instead, he pulled her forward by her forearms and planted his mouth over hers. The basket hit the ground again as she lashed out at the unwanted attention. The boy joined the basket as Beth used her greater size to extract her body from his embrace. Rage contorted the man’s face as he climbed to his feet.
“You’re a cold bitch!”
Moving in front of her, Jacobs neatly cut off the man’s attempt at revenge. While his eyes mirrored rage, common sense overruled his impulses. He flung a last glare at Beth before stalking off. A stifled sound of frustration came from Beth before she bent down for her basket once again. Jacobs snagged it from the ground before her fingers made contact.
“You seem to keep dropping this,” he offered softly.
Her eyes widened as she had to tip her head back to look into his eyes. There was a flare of interest in her deep blue eyes but she covered it quickly.
“It’s an allergic reaction to men being too close to me.”
Jacobs let a grin split his face.
“Guess that means I’d better keep it. There’re a lot of men here today.”
She fluttered her eyelashes before sweeping her skirts around him.
“Ever so kind of you.”
“No trouble.” And it wasn’t. She walked up the path with the bearing of an officer and was covered from head to toe in her historical dress. But there was something intensely feminine and definitely sexy about her as she stalked up the hill with her dress swishing over her hips.
“No trouble at all.”
Jacobs shouldered her load and followed her up the hill. Letting a woman lead the way had rather nice advantages. At least from his view it did. The smooth skin of her neck was the only bare flesh his eyes caught, but she was certainly one of the most sensuous sights he’d ever seen. She threaded her way through the cooking-fire pits and outdoor kitchens until she found one that was empty.
“Thank you.”
She dropped him a small curtsy before arranging her camp kitchen to her satisfaction. Her actions dismissed him and Jacobs found it amusing, so he stayed. The activity of producing a meal over the campfire took most of her attention, but she brought her blue eyes around to rest on him from time to time, and Jacobs grinned at her in response.
Duty finally ended his game and Jacobs reluctantly
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