Never Love A Lawman. Jo Goodman

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      KISSING WYATT

      “Why didn’t you tell me that everyone knew we were married, Rachel? Why did I have to figure it out on my own?”

      She stared at him. “You really don’t know?”

      Wyatt said he didn’t, but as soon as the words were out, he wondered if he’d lied. “You wanted to avoid this.”

      “This?”

      “This.” Edging closer, he brushed her lips with his. “And this.” His fingertips ran along the length of her thigh, his palm came to rest on her hip. “Is that right?”

      “Yes.”

      He had to strain to hear her. “But you didn’t leave when you woke.”

      She shook her head. “I seem to be of two minds.”

      “Which one wants to kiss me?”

      “This one.”

      Then she leaned into him and gave him her mouth.

      Books by Jo Goodman

      THE CAPTAIN’S LADY

      CRYSTAL PASSION

      SEASWEPT ABANDON

      VELVET NIGHT

      VIOLET FIRE

      SCARLET LIES

      TEMPTING TORMENT

      MIDNIGHT PRINCESS

      PASSION’S SWEET REVENGE

      SWEET FIRE

      WILD SWEET ECSTASY

      ROGUE’S MISTRESS

      FOREVER IN MY HEART

      ALWAYS IN MY DREAMS

      ONLY IN MY ARMS

      MY STEADFAST HEART

      MY RECKLESS HEART

      WITH ALL MY HEART

      MORE THAN YOU KNOW

      MORE THAN YOU WISHED

      LET ME BE THE ONE

      EVERYTHING I EVER WANTED

      ALL I EVER NEEDED

      BEYOND A WICKED KISS

      A SEASON TO BE SINFUL

      ONE FORBIDDEN EVENING

      IF HIS KISS IS WICKED

      THE PRICE OF DESIRE

      NEVER LOVE A LAWMAN

      Published by Zebra Books

      NEVER LOVE A LAWMAN

      JO GOODMAN

       ZEBRA BOOKS Kensington Publishing Corp. www.kensingtonbooks.com

      This one’s for every girl that crossed my path at Brooke Place.

       I’m telling you now,

       you inspired me more often than you made me nuts,

       but some days it was really, really close.

      Contents

      Prologue

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      Chapter Twelve

      Chapter Thirteen

      Chapter Fourteen

      Chapter Fifteen

      Chapter Sixteen

      Epilogue

      About the Author

      Prologue

      Sacramento, California, June 1881

      He could hear them arguing. It wasn’t the first time their voices carried as far as his bedroom. He tried to dismiss them, counting the gold tassels that fringed his bed curtains so that numbers occupied his mind, not words. That diversion had served him well in the past, but it was no longer as successful. Once he had counted and confirmed there were ninety-six tassels, divided them, factored them, identified the prime numbers, summed the digits, and finally calculated the square root to the ten thousandth place, he discovered that repeating the mental manipulations was not satisfying in the least, and more to the point, did little to suppress the voices. He considered placing one of the thick pillows that were stacked around him squarely over his face, but it was a childish gesture and the last thing he wanted was to be surprised in so infantile a response.

      His distress would worry her. She would blame herself, convince herself there was something she could have done to put the argument away from him. There was, but it meant she would have to leave the house altogether. He hoped for that day, dreaded it all the same. Once she was gone, he would be profoundly alone. She knew that. It weighed heavily on her decision to remain, and he’d never found the words that could move her.

      It was not that he was unafraid, but that his fear was not for himself. He feared for her, could not help himself, and she knew that, too.

      He turned carefully on his side and raised his head a fraction. Her voice was muffled, insistent but not loud. The other, deeper voice remained unmodulated. Volume substituted for a well-constructed argument. Heat and anger underscored every word. She remained adamant. Her opponent threatened, then pleaded, then threatened again.

      He imagined her circling the room, keeping her distance, blocking an advance with an end table, the divan, an armchair. She would be wary, rightfully so. She would be scanning the room for a potential weapon. A candlestick. A book. A crystal decanter. Not that she would use any of those things. These were the missiles that might be thrown at her head. She was the one who would have to duck and СКАЧАТЬ