Bride Of Shadow Canyon. Stacey Kayne

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      She did as he said, tying it tightly around the gentle swell of her chest. “Mr. Jed—”

      She reared back, clutching the linen as he stepped forward. Jed stopped. “My name is Jed, and I won’t harm you, Rachell.”

      “You believe me then?”

      Aside from being too young and too damn attractive, she’d given him the one answer that mattered. She was Buck’s sister-in-law. As such, he’d do anything necessary to protect her.

      Damnation, but he had thought his days of bloodshed were over. “Yes, I believe you. The man downstairs with the cat scratches, he’s the one who’s after you?”

      She shook her head.

      Why wasn’t he surprised? “Who’s after you?”

      “His father, Maxwell Sumner. I worked for him in Missouri.”

      Oh, now she’s from Missouri instead of Kansas. “Hold on to that sheet.”

      “But—”

      “Hush,” he ordered, lifting her into his arms.

      She trembled against him. Jed’s muscles tightened in an unexpected lash of desire.

       What the hell is wrong with me? I’ve seen more curves on a fence post!

      The internal blaspheme did nothing to ease the heated stir of his body.

      “You’ll have to hold on to me.” He lifted his foot to the rim of the window. Her body went rigid as his knee moved between her thighs. He wrapped her stiff arms around his neck then let go of her entirely, forcing her to cling to him. He pulled them up and through the open window. A low groan escaped his throat as she coiled her legs around his waist and pressed her face against his neck.

       Buck, you’re gonna owe me dearly for this one.

      Stepping out onto the slanted awning, he banded his arms around Rachell’s shivering body and concentrated on keeping his balance. He took broad steps, trusting only the wide-spaced beams to support his weight. Wood creaked beneath his feet with each slow advance.

      Delilah ain’t gonna like this, he thought as he reached for the open window emitting a red glow and the heavy scent of perfume and smoke. The saloon owner had just harped on at him about men like the four downstairs and how they were ruining her business by bringing in their own girls. She’d been irate when he told her he planned to rescue the red-haired strumpet.

      But he couldn’t ride off with Rachell wearing nothing but a sheet. He also needed to flush out the source of Rachell’s trouble. Stewart Sumner wasn’t likely to greet him in a diplomatic fashion.

      The moment his feet touched the floor of Delilah’s room, Jed set her trembling body away from him.

      “What in tarnation?” Delilah cried out.

      Rachell stiffened. Her wide eyes locked on Delilah still lying on her bed, cheroot in hand.

      “Keep your voice down,” Jed grumbled.

      “You weren’t worried aboutme makin’ noise just a bit ago.” Delilah rose from the bed and flicked blond hair over her bare shoulder. Glaring at Rachell, she thrust out her bosom which swelled from her well-fitted corset.

      Jed bit back a smile. It had been a long time since his wild weekends with this particular woman. He’d been damn lucky when he’d spotted her tonight in this saloon, but he didn’t dispute Delilah’s bluff.

      “Why’d you bring her in here?” she demanded.

      “She needs a dress.”

      “So go buy her one!”

      “Delilah.”

      She took a leisurely drag from her smoke, and scanned Rachell from head to toe. “It’ll cost you, and I ain’t givin’ up none of my nice silks.”

      “Give her a damn shift for all I care, just so she’s not stark naked.”

      “Begging your pardon, Miss Delilah,” Rachell cut in. “If it wouldn’t be too much trouble, I would prefer a dress. Any dress.”

      Jed was stunned by Rachell’s steady tone and charming smile as she held Delilah’s hostile gaze. Damn if the woman didn’t manage to look dignified, standing there in nothing but a sheet, her long hair a wild mess of tangles.

      “Ain’t got nothin’ that’ll fit ya,” Delilah retorted. “Can’t imagine you draw much business. You got the build of a ten-year-old boy.”

      The color already staining Rachell’s cheeks heightened. She squared her shoulders and lifted her chin. “I’ve not been blessed with your splendid figure,” she said softly, shocking Jed to his core. “I noticed your gown of lavender silk when I was brought in.” She smiled prettily. “A stunning gown, and quite flattering.”

      Delilah’s face lit up like a Roman candle.

      Well, I’ll be damned. The imp was a charmer, all right.

      Walking toward Delilah’s night table, Jed took a thin rolled cigar from her tin. “You gonna give her a dress or not?” he asked, striking a match.

      “I suppose.” Delilah crouched in front of a wooden chest at the foot of her bed. “Here ya are, sugar.” She tossed a green calico skirt and waistcoat onto the bed. “Ain’t as fancy as the one you had on when you was brought in.”

      “Thank you, Miss Delilah. This will be lovely.”

      “Aw, hell,” Delilah said, waving her hand. “It ain’t nothin’.”

      “I do appreciate your help.”

      Intrigued by the sincerity he heard in her tone and saw in her eyes, Jed couldn’t pull his gaze away from Rachell. She doesn’t seem the uppity sort. Course, what did she have to be uppity about? He knew she had attended some eastern school for upperclass ladies, but a refined, well-educated whore was still a whore. Not that he held her profession against her. Some of the nicest women he knew were saloon girls, or had been for a time.

      What he couldn’t tolerate was a liar. So far, none of the information she’d written in her letters to her sister had been truthful. “Enough with the sisterhood display. Put the damn thing on so we can get out of here.”

      Rachell met his gaze. “Mr. Jed, will you kindly turn around?”

      “Sure.” Flashing a slow smile, he turned his back to her.

      Hearing the wisp of her sheet falling to the floor, his mind flooded with the image of her ivory skin. The small room seemed to amplify the sound of the rustling fabric as his mind visualized her delicate limbs slipping into the green garment.

       Blazing hell. Think about something else!

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