Her Forbidden Cowboy. Charlene Sands
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Название: Her Forbidden Cowboy
Автор: Charlene Sands
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Контркультура
Серия: Mills & Boon Desire
isbn: 9781474002912
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“Now you sound like Mariah.”
“I knew an old goat like you once,” she said, putting his right arm over her shoulder. “Let me help you up.”
“I knew the same goat,” he bounced back. “Smart critter.”
“Pleeeze. Okay, are you ready? On three.” She swung her arm around his waist. “One. Two. Three.”
His weight drew her toward him, the side of her face against his chest, her hair brushing his shirt. He smelled like soap and lime shaving lotion. His heart pounded in her ear as she strained to help lift him.
Zane did most of the work, his brawny strength a blessing. Together, they managed to stand steady, Zane keeping weight off his foot by using her as his right crutch. Once again, just like the other night, she was wrapped tight in his arms. Ridiculous warmth flowed through her body. She couldn’t explain it except she felt safe with him, which was silly because this time she’d done the rescuing. “There,” she said, satisfied she’d gotten him upright. “Now, we’re even.”
His arm over her shoulder, he turned to her with eyes flickering. “Is that so?”
Well, maybe not. She was getting drunk on him, minus the alcohol. “Yes, that’s so.”
“I could’ve gotten up on my own, you know.”
“It wouldn’t have been pretty.”
He laughed. “True.”
“So, I’m glad I was here to help. Show a little gratitude.”
He wasn’t a man who liked taking help. That was part of the problem. His gaze roamed over the deck where he’d spent most of his day, and she sensed his frustration.
“Wanna get out of here?” he asked.
“Sure. Where would you like to go?” Mariah said he didn’t like to go out, so she couldn’t let this opportunity pass by. If he needed some breathing room, away from his gorgeous house and his familiar surroundings, who was she to deny him?
“Anywhere. I don’t care. Are you up to driving my car?”
“I can manage that. I’m going to get your crutches now, okay?” She didn’t wait for an answer.
She released him and he stood there, balancing himself for the two seconds it took her to pick up both of his crutches and hand them over. Tucking one under each arm, he pointed a crutch toward the door. “After you.”
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