when she was a teenager. Sheâd come into her motherâs room and found her sitting at her vanity, a stack of letters in her hand.
âWhat are they?â Mallory had asked.
Her mother had said, âI was cleaning out the closet and found them with your fatherâs things. Theyâre letters from his first wife, Dawsonâs mother.â And then she told Mallory something Mallory had never forgotten. âHe wouldnât have kept them unless they meant something to him, Mallory. Iâve always suspected he came to me because of a midlife crisis and once the damage was done to his marriage, he couldnât go back. Thereâs a lesson here, honey. They had that âalwaysâ kind of love, and that kind lasts forever. Your father is my true love, but Iâm not his. If I hadnât been blinded by my love for him, I would have realized it before we married. Donât ever marry a man who still has ties to another woman.â
Reed still had ties to another woman.
His voice was a husky rasp when he said, âJust drop your legs and Iâll put you down.â
Sheâd wrapped her legs around him to fit to himâ¦to give them both a taste of fulfillment. But a taste wasnât nearly enough, and she wasnât about to give any more when he still had feelings for his fiancée. She suspected Reed wasnât the type of man who could love a woman one minute and forget about her the next.
Even though she unwound her legs, she felt his arousal as he lowered her. Still, embarrassment didnât keep her from asking, âReed?â
His hands slipped from her and he stepped back. âWhat?â His voice was gritty with a desire she could still feel, too.
âWere you involved with anyone before Stephanie?â
âInvolved? You mean, in a serious relationship?â
âYes.â
âNo. Stephanie was the first.â
Her heart sinking, Mallory turned away from him and made her way to the bank.
âMallory, itâs over with Stephanie,â he called to her.
She stopped for a moment. âOnly because she married someone else.â
Silently he watched her step onto the bank and head for the clump of cedars. She could feel his eyes on her but she didnât turn around and she didnât slow her steps. The sooner she dressed, the sooner sheâd forget how Reedâs hands had felt on her skin and how his body had felt pressed against hers.
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The Texas night was unusually quiet as sweat dripped from Clint Lockhartâs brow and down his back. A lone coyote barked in the distance, startling him. They couldnât have the dogs after him yet here. They didnât know where he was. Why hadnât the guard whoâd shot him come after him?
He didnât know. He didnât care.
His bad luck had changed to good when the prison van tried to pass a slow-moving pickup in front of them. Doing at least sixty-five in the passing lane, a sports car had come at them out of nowhere. The van had swerved to avoid a head-on collision, slid into a ditch, and rolled over. In spite of his chains and cuffs, Clint and two other convicts who werenât badly injured managed to get out. Both guards had been unconscious, and theyâd gotten the keys and had their restraints off in a matter of minutes. One guard must have come around as Clint had gone through the woods instead of turning north like the other two prisoners. Heâd only managed about twenty yards when heâd heard a shout, then a warning gunshot fired into the sky. But heâd kept on running.
Moments later heâd heard a second shot and felt the burning pain in his leg, knowing heâd been hit. Still heâd kept running.
When heâd reached the clearing and the railroad tracks, heâd heard the sound of a train. Then heâd watched and heâd waited. All that ranch work and weight lifting at the prison had paid off. His upper body had done what his
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