Rodeo Father. Mary Sullivan

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СКАЧАТЬ shivered despite the sunshine. Oh, Davey.

      The bike came close, closer, and slowed down enough to initiate the turn into Abigail’s driveway. Who was it?

      The noise disturbed the lark. Routed, he surged from his hiding spot, his distinctive yellow-and-black face catching the eye of a white cat crouching in the grasses along the side of the road. Ghost. Abigail’s cat shot out toward the songbird, right into the bike’s path. No!

      Rachel stumbled to her feet. “Get back,” she yelled.

      The biker swerved to avoid the cat, Ghost ran back into the tall grasses and the bike tipped over. The machine flew across the road, screeching and shooting sparks, leaving the rider bouncing and rolling along the shoulder in a plume of dust.

      In the ensuing silence, dirt and stones fell on his still body.

      Rachel froze. Unwelcome memories of that awful day and the police officer at her door surged through her. He’s gone, ma’am, in a head-on collision with a tree. I’m sorry.

      Resurrected shock held her immobile.

      The man lay unmoving.

      Rachel stared. Please, not another death. Abigail. Davey. No.

      A groan from across the small highway galvanized her.

      Rachel ran over, the only sound her pounding pulse.

      He still hadn’t moved. Oh, dear Lord, please don’t die.

      Kneeling beside him, she checked his body for signs of injury. Hard to tell through the leather. She touched his shoulders, arms and legs, feeling for broken bones. Under layers of solid muscle everything seemed fine, but what about internal injuries? She didn’t know how to check. With a wail of frustration, she tore into herself for never having taken first-aid classes.

      One arm moved, raising the visor of his helmet.

      Her frantic glance took in his face. He was conscious. Deep-set blue eyes watched her steadily, silently.

      He reached up to remove his helmet. She stopped him with a hand on his wrist, feeling a strong pulse, thank God. “Should you do that? Is your head injured?”

      Her voice shook. So did her hands.

      “I’m good.” He took off his helmet, and she gasped.

      Travis?

      Of all people—What—? How—?

      “Are you okay?” Her voice emerged reed thin.

      He didn’t respond, just stared into her eyes, then touched her bottom lip with a glove-clad finger.

      “Only one,” he murmured.

      Huh?

      His eyes met hers again, mesmerizing. She could fall into that blue gaze for hours. The moment stretched out. A smile, sweet and broad, curved the corners of his mouth.

      Oh my-y-y. What did Travis use for toothpaste? Moonbeams?

      He sat up slowly, his body coming close enough for her to feel his heat even through his leathers. She sat back on her heels.

      She should tell him to be careful, to check for injuries, but couldn’t find her voice.

      His hand brushed a strand of hair from her forehead, the leather soft against her skin. Grasping the tips of his glove with his straight white teeth, he tugged it off, then did the same with the other. Still mesmerized, Rachel stared, swallowed and stared some more.

      Again he reached for her hair and ran his fingers through it, massaging her scalp. Rachel almost purred like a cat.

      “Soft,” he said. “Calf’s ear.” He wasn’t making sense, but Rachel was too captivated to question him while he touched her with such gentle grace. Her traitorous desire overrode her common sense.

      She moaned low in her throat.

      He moved his hand to the back of her neck, urging her close to his chest. As pliable as a rag doll, she allowed it. His lips touched hers with velvety moisture and a faint exhalation of coffee-scented breath.

      She hadn’t touched a man since Davey. Davey. Her late husband. Her eager, playful lover.

      Pull back, Rach. Don’t allow this. Davey is only six months gone. You should—

      He deepened the kiss. Taking his time, he caressed her tongue with his. His skill. Oh, his earnest, deep skill. Yes, to his awesome finesse. She’d known it would be like this. Heavenly bliss.

      Rapture. Joy.

      Need simmered inside her. In the months since Davey’s death, what she had needed most was his touch, his soothing physical support, one last endless night of blazing lovemaking.

      A woman should be allowed to say goodbye to her husband. Rachel’s anger wrestled with her guilt and desire.

      Fireworks blazed. Buried dreams came to life. This man’s touch, his mouth, soothed away aching, aching grief.

      Rachel sighed and lost herself in his kiss, exploring his mouth with her ardent tongue.

      She’d never kissed, had never been kissed, so slowly and intently. Her mind went blank and her body limp.

      Elizabeth announced her presence with a hard kick to Rachel’s belly.

      She pulled back. “Ouch.” She’d been kneeling too long.

      “Ouch?” Travis’s voice sounded lost in a sensual fog, echoing how she felt.

      “The baby kicked me. I need to stand up.”

      “Baby?” Coming out of his daze, his eyes widened.

      Horror spread across his features. “Sorry! God, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”

      “You’ve had a shock,” she managed to bite out, while she really wanted to blurt, Don’t be sorry. I’ve never been kissed like that in my life. I needed it. After all of the turmoil, and the crazy worries about the future, I needed something for me. Purely, selfishly, for just me.

      But that was a daydream that required a hasty burial. Just me was not possible these days.

      She eased away from him and rubbed her belly to soothe Beth.

      “Are you okay?” she asked, striving to pretend she hadn’t been rocked by a stranger’s kiss, that this was nothing out of the ordinary.

      “Yeah.” He nodded with a perplexed frown.

      Did he understand any better than she what had just happened?

      “Should I call an ambulance?”

      “No ambulance. No hospital. I’m good.”

      The cowboy she’d met a short while ago was gone, replaced by a motorcycle rider. “No head injury? СКАЧАТЬ