this embarrassing,â she said, chuckling naughtily. âI just got caught spying on a U.S. marshal taking a bath in the privacy of his own guest quarters. Well, wellâcongratulations, Leslie. You might just get court-martialed for this one.â
Longarm depressed his Coltâs hammer and lowered the piece. He didnât bother covering himself. Heâd been seen naked by enough womenâand this one had already seen him naked through the windowâthat he was pretty much immune to it. Besides, she didnât seem to mind.
âMiss McPherson, I presume?â
She smiled saucily, showing pretty, white teeth between her perfect lips. Her green eyes glimmered alluringly with each lightning flash out the windows behind her. âMarshal Long, I presume?â
Her eyes flicked unabashedly to his cock before returning to his eyes. âOut of Denverâs First District Court? One of the two men sent to rescue my sister from that red demon up in the Shadow Montañas?â
âOne and the same,â Longarm said.
Since she was so free with her own gaze, he let his own eyes swallow her whole. Despite the umbrella, the rain had gotten to her. Her white blouse with its high neck, lace edges, and puffy sleeves, was pasted damply to her breasts, so that even through the blouseâs cotton and the chemise beneath the blouse he could see the outline of the rich, round orbs.
As well as two pink nipples flattened against the material.
She was a tall girl, with light red hair falling in delicate, silky waves to her shoulders. Sausage curls hung down the sides of her face, brushing her long, fine jaws.
âWould you like a magnifying class?â the girl asked with more of a coquetteâs lighthearted jeering than honest admonishment. âYou might see more that way.â
âI got a good imagination.â
âYou must be conjuring something provocative.â
Longarm glanced down past his belly. His dong was beginning to answer to the tingling that the well-turned girl had inflicted on his loins.
His condition making him self-conscious, Longarm reached over to slide his revolver back into its holster, and then he lowered himself down into the tub and now-tepid water. âWere you lookinâ for shelter from the storm, Miss McPherson?â He smiled at the pretty girl. âOr you needinâ a bath?â
Chapter 12
âDonât tempt me,â Miss McPherson said, turning to close the door and glancing over her shoulder at Longarm. âBut actually, Marshal . . .â
âSince youâve seen my birthday suit anâ all, you might as well call me Longarm.â
âLongarm, eh?â
âYou find somethinâ funny about that?â
âOh, not at all!â
She crossed her arms on her breasts and hiked a hip on the corner of the desk, to Longarmâs left. From there she had a pretty good view into the tub. Her eyes were like fingers, toying with him, subtly arousing him. He was glad there were still enough soap bubbles to hide the affected organ.
âI donât find anything one bit funny about attractive men, Marshal Long.â
She glanced at the handful of three-for-a-nickel cheroots heâd laid out on the desk, and said, âMind if I have one of your cigars here . . . Longarm?â
âNot if youâll light me one. Help yourself to the brandy, there, too. Itâs from your brother-in-law.â
âYes, I heard you cold-cocked him.â
âYou seem to approve, Miss McPherson.â
She was looking around for a glass and when she didnât find one, Longarm held up his. âMy lapâs as clean as your average curâs.â
âThank you.â
She filled the glass, took a sip, and set the glass on the desk. âMy brother-in-law has been needing a beating for a long time, Longarm. No one has seemed to be up to the task . . . until now. For that I applaud you. But to the
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