Whirlwind Cowboy. Debra Cowan

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      She reached for the nearest chair.

      “I said don’t move.”

      “I need to get my dress.” Her voice quivered.

      Considering how his traitorous body was reacting to the sweet curve of her hip and the fullness of her breasts visible through her chemise, he saw the merit in letting her put on her clothes.

      “Stay put. I’ll get it.” He walked toward her, keeping his back to the cabin wall and one eye on her. Bits of grass and rock pelted the front window.

      The dress hung over the back of a chair, a pale blue floral he recognized. He tossed it to her, dust drifting from the garment as she spread it protectively over her front, covering most of herself.

      He dragged his gaze from her. “Cosgrove!” he called again.

      “There’s no one else here,” she said quietly.

      He gave her a withering look. “I saw the bastard’s horse in the barn.”

      “I’m the one who rode that horse.” Her voice shook.

      Rifle trained on her, Bram motioned her out from behind the table, keeping her in his sights. He herded her to the corner then looked into the bedroom, where a fine silt covered every surface. The room was empty.

      He knew Cosgrove hadn’t gone out the front while Bram was coming in the back. The horse Bram had tracked also hadn’t been carrying two people. Deborah was telling the truth. About that, anyway. He still couldn’t believe she had been with Cosgrove.

      Sheer terror darkened her blue eyes. She was probably afraid of what he would do or say about her running off with the man he hated.

      The force of his anger when he thought she’d left to take the job in Abilene had been strong enough to sear his insides. But learning she’d been with Cosgrove drove a hole right through Bram’s chest.

      His gaze swept over her and she clutched the dress more tightly to her. The strap of her chemise had slipped down, baring the silky skin of one shoulder. Skin he knew tasted as sweet as cream and felt that way, too.

      The heat he always felt around her burned him from the inside, made him want. But since he’d realized she had left with Cosgrove, Bram could hardly stand to look at her.

      “Get dressed,” he snapped, lowering his weapon. When she blinked those frightened blue eyes at him, it went all over him. Did she think he was going to hurt her? She’d just spent the past three weeks with a thief and a murderer! “Dammit, put your clothes on.”

      She nodded, taking a step toward him and the bedroom beyond.

      “Uh-uh. Right here, sweetheart.”

      Her eyes widened. “Not with you watching! ”

      “Put the dress on,” he said softly. “Or I’ll do it for you.”

      “I’m not likely to run out into the storm.”

      “How do I know you don’t have a gun hidden in that room?”

      Clearly affronted, she gasped. “Because I don’t!”

      “I’m not taking my eyes off you. Now, put on the dress.”

      A spark of temper masked the uncertainty in her eyes. She angled her chin at him, clearly prepared to argue, then she seemed to realize he wasn’t bluffing about dressing her himself.

      She backed into the corner and stepped into the garment. When she bent to pull the dress over her hips, Bram got a tantalizing view of her breasts, plump and pale and perfect.

      He bit his cheek. Hard. Once she was covered and buttoning her bodice, he said, “Now let’s try again. What are you doing here?”

      Looking uncertain, she said, “There’s a storm.”

      He made an impatient sound. “Don’t play with me.”

      “I—I’m not.”

      “Why are you here?” Fine grains of dirt floated in the hazy light. “In my cabin?”

      “I didn’t know it was your cabin. I took shelter so I wouldn’t get caught in the storm.”

      “Don’t test me. I’ve had all of that I want from you.”

      She froze, her gaze riveting on his face. “You sound as though you know me.”

      “Of course I know you.” He bit out his words.

      “Well, I don’t know you,“ she said in a voice thick with tears. Hands clenched tightly at her sides, she was still shaking.

      She beat all he’d ever seen. “What are you up to?”

      “Nothing. I don’t know who you are.”

      That put a strange heaviness in his chest. “Yeah, I’m sure you’d like to pretend you never did.”

      “I’m not pretending. I don’t know who you are.” She swiped at a tear tracking down her ivory cheek. “Or who I am either.”

      Bram stared at her for a full five seconds, fighting back a roar of anger. The ebony of her hair made the light blue of her eyes even more striking. And her petal-smooth skin had a faint tinge of a blush. There was an innocence about her. Even now, after what she’d done, she looked angelic.

      She was so damn beautiful he wanted to touch her, and he hated himself for it.

      Trying to come to terms with the fact that he was really seeing her, he repeated scornfully, “You don’t know who you are.”

      She blinked. “You … don’t believe me.”

      “No.” Bram took off his hat and smacked it against the wall, knocking off a thick film of dust. He tossed it onto the table.

      “Why would I lie?”

      “How about because you ran off with a cattle rustler who’s also now a murderer? Or because you walked away from your family, your home and me—”

      He broke off, pinching the bridge of his nose. The constant buzzing of the wind made his shoulders even more tense. “By claiming you don’t remember any of that, you can plead innocence. I wouldn’t admit to knowing anything either.”

      “But I don’t remember! I don’t know anything. Not my name, not where I’m from.” Fear and frustration mixed on her face. “You said you know me. What is my name?”

      He frowned. She sure was carrying through with this lost memory business.

      “Please.” Pure desperation shaded her voice. And confusion. “Please. ”

      “Deborah.” He wondered how far she would go with this. “Your name’s Deborah Blue.”

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