her eyes. The fact that he’d even thought about her eyes made her heart flutter just a little bit.
It was only as she was walking down the stairs that she realized the terrible truth—she was more than a little bit in love with Henry Randolf III.
Chapter 8
T he morning had gone far better than Henry had hoped. The living room had been filled with laughter, warmth and a feeling of family that had been missing from the house since his father’s death.
Melissa had teased him as if they’d known each other forever, and in many ways that’s the way he was beginning to feel about her. She was comfortable, and yet made him simmer with expectancy. He couldn’t remember a woman who had done both for him.
He pulled on his holster and his gun and then covered it with his winter coat. Despite the fact that it was a holiday and the season of peace and joy, Henry couldn’t let down his guard. He was eager to have a sit-down meeting with Jimmy the next day to see if the lawman had come up with any evidence as to who might be after him. They needed to come up with a plan to force the person out into the open.
He turned as Melissa came down the stairs, clad in the blue sweater and the jeans that did amazing things for her legs and curvy butt. Something about her stole his breath away.
Lust, he told himself. That was it. Lust and nothing more. If he slept with her again he was certain these crazy feelings would go away. Her plans were to leave in the morning and short of locking her up in a tower, there was no way he could stop her. He pulled her coat from the closet and held it out to her. “Ready?”
She nodded. “Ready.”
“I’ve got to say, you look sexy as hell in that sweater.”
“I’ll bet you say that to all the girls,” she replied lightly but her cheeks flushed as she pulled on her coat.
They stepped out the door, and Henry threw an arm around her shoulder. He told himself it was because he wanted to protect her if somebody came at them, but the truth was he’d been dying to touch her all day. She didn’t pull away but instead snuggled into him as the cold wind whipped her hair against his face. They walked briskly, not speaking. Henry kept his gaze bouncing left and right, relaxing as he saw Charlie and several of his men in the distance.
When they reached the carriage house he unlocked the door and ushered her into the foyer. “You might want to keep your coat on. We just have the minimal heat running in here right now.”
She nodded, stepped into the living room and caught her breath. “Oh, my gosh. This is four times the size of my apartment.”
It was an open floor plan, the living room flowing into the kitchen. The living-room flooring was a soft beige carpeting and the kitchen had an attractive tile in Southwest colors. The furnishings were simple but tasteful and the kitchen was fully equipped with every pot and pan that a chef might need.
“If you wanted to bring in your own furniture we could store all of this,”
he said, unable to read the expression on her face. “Let me show you the bedrooms.” He led her down a short hallway to the first bedroom. It was definitely large enough to accommodate two cribs and later two twin beds for the boys. From the window the stables and corral were in view, perfect for two little cowboys.
From there he led her into the master bedroom, which was huge, with an adjoining bathroom complete with a Jacuzzi tub. For a moment his head filled with a vision of how she’d look in that tub with her shiny hair piled up on her head and her body surrounded by scented bubbles. He tried desperately to shove the provocative vision out of his mind. She wandered around the room and when she finally turned to look at him, tears glimmered in her eyes. Instead of looking pleased, she looked achingly miserable.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
The tears spilled from her eyes onto her cheeks. “I don’t know what to do. I’m so confused. I’m so overwhelmed by
It was only as she was walking down the stairs that she realized the terrible truth—she was more than a little bit in love with Henry Randolf III.
Chapter 8
T he morning had gone far better than Henry had hoped. The living room had been filled with laughter, warmth and a feeling of family that had been missing from the house since his father’s death.
Melissa had teased him as if they’d known each other forever, and in many ways that’s the way he was beginning to feel about her. She was comfortable, and yet made him simmer with expectancy. He couldn’t remember a woman who had done both for him.
He pulled on his holster and his gun and then covered it with his winter coat. Despite the fact that it was a holiday and the season of peace and joy, Henry couldn’t let down his guard. He was eager to have a sit-down meeting with Jimmy the next day to see if the lawman had come up with any evidence as to who might be after him. They needed to come up with a plan to force the person out into the open.
He turned as Melissa came down the stairs, clad in the blue sweater and the jeans that did amazing things for her legs and curvy butt. Something about her stole his breath away.
Lust, he told himself. That was it. Lust and nothing more. If he slept with her again he was certain these crazy feelings would go away. Her plans were to leave in the morning and short of locking her up in a tower, there was no way he could stop her. He pulled her coat from the closet and held it out to her. “Ready?”
She nodded. “Ready.”
“I’ve got to say, you look sexy as hell in that sweater.”
“I’ll bet you say that to all the girls,” she replied lightly but her cheeks flushed as she pulled on her coat.
They stepped out the door, and Henry threw an arm around her shoulder. He told himself it was because he wanted to protect her if somebody came at them, but the truth was he’d been dying to touch her all day. She didn’t pull away but instead snuggled into him as the cold wind whipped her hair against his face. They walked briskly, not speaking. Henry kept his gaze bouncing left and right, relaxing as he saw Charlie and several of his men in the distance.
When they reached the carriage house he unlocked the door and ushered her into the foyer. “You might want to keep your coat on. We just have the minimal heat running in here right now.”
She nodded, stepped into the living room and caught her breath. “Oh, my gosh. This is four times the size of my apartment.”
It was an open floor plan, the living room flowing into the kitchen. The living-room flooring was a soft beige carpeting and the kitchen had an attractive tile in Southwest colors. The furnishings were simple but tasteful and the kitchen was fully equipped with every pot and pan that a chef might need.
“If you wanted to bring in your own furniture we could store all of this,”
he said, unable to read the expression on her face. “Let me show you the bedrooms.” He led her down a short hallway to the first bedroom. It was definitely large enough to accommodate two cribs and later two twin beds for the boys. From the window the stables and corral were in view, perfect for two little cowboys.
From there he led her into the master bedroom, which was huge, with an adjoining bathroom complete with a Jacuzzi tub. For a moment his head filled with a vision of how she’d look in that tub with her shiny hair piled up on her head and her body surrounded by scented bubbles. He tried desperately to shove the provocative vision out of his mind. She wandered around the room and when she finally turned to look at him, tears glimmered in her eyes. Instead of looking pleased, she looked achingly miserable.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
The tears spilled from her eyes onto her cheeks. “I don’t know what to do. I’m so confused. I’m so overwhelmed by
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