the saddlebag closest to him. He had the undergarment halfway out before he realized he couldnât go waltzing back to the hotel and up to her room carrying the darn thing in plain sight. Stuffing the corset back inside the leather pouch, he tugged his saddlebags off the buckskin and carried them back to the hotel.
He paused in her doorway. Her full attention was focused out the window. No doubt on his jail. Yes, he really needed to hear from that sheriff. His jaw tightened. âHere you go.â
She jerked toward him, flushing guiltily. She was still pale and he noticed a slight trembling in her body, which was what caused him to waver about questioning her. But if she was well enough to resume her spying, she could damn well answer him.
Stopping about a foot away, he flipped open the leather pouch and pulled out her corset, dangling it in front of her.
She flushed deeper, the blush tinting her neck.
He bit back a smile at the shock in her eyes over his familiar handling of her undergarment. He sure did like vexing her. âWhere do you want it?â
She snatched it from him, crushing it as small as she could. Josie was used to seeing undergarments, discussing them delicately with men who wanted something new for their wives, but she wasnât used to men handling hers. And certainly not in front of her. His hands were big and dark against the lightly boned eggshell fabric. She remembered those hands on her, braced herself against a stirring deep inside.
He didnât act the least bit uncomfortable. He probably handled womenâs underwear with obscene regularity, she thought irritably.
Reaching back into the saddlebag, he withdrew her scalpel. âI suppose youâll be wanting thisââ his gaze dipped to her bosom ââwhere you can get to it.â
âIâd like to get to it right now,â she muttered.
At his low chuckle, her fingers curled tighter around the soft edge of her corset. She forced herself to release her grip and hold out her hand. He passed the instrument to her carefully.
âThank you.â His gaze was hot on her breasts and he was probably wondering if she would slip it into the secret pocket of her bodice. But she laid the scalpel on the windowsill.
She expected him to go now. Instead he stayed where he was, filling up the room with his heat and size and purely male scent. His gaze slid over her. âHow are you feeling?â
âStill weak, but much better.â Unsure of what he was about, she gave him a tentative smile. She was unreasonably glad he wasnât leaving as quickly as he generally did.
âGood. Glad to hear it.â His gaze traced the hair that had fallen over her shoulder onto her breasts, moved downher torso and all the way to her black boots. âIâve been wanting to ask you something.â
She tensed, expecting a question about her interest in the jail. âYes?â
âWhoâs William?â
William! Josieâs heartbeat stuttered.
Davis Lee folded his big arms and stared expectantly at her.
Pain, loss, anger shot through her. âW-why do you ask?â
âYou mentioned him during your fever.â
âI did?â What else had she said? McDougalâs name, too? Rattled, she pressed her spine into the chair. âHe was my fiancé.â
âWas?â he probed.
She didnât owe him an explanation, didnât want to give him one, but she found herself saying baldly, âHe died.â
The sheriff waited a long moment. âWhat happened?â
As if she would tell him. âI canât talk about it. Itâs tooâ¦upsetting.â
âWhen did it happen?â
âTwo years ago.â Why did he care? Why didnât he just go?
Impatience flashed across the lawmanâs strong features and she fully expected he would press but finally he said in a strained voice, âIâm sorry for your loss.â
She nodded stiffly, shaken that she
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