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.”Tagg vaguely remembered.He closed the gap between them and stroked the mare’s mane carefully.He spoke into her ear.“You expect me to remember anything after last night? You drove every brain cell outta my head.I barely know my own name.”Callie shot a quick glance at the driver, who’d walked away to check the truck’s engine.She sent her voice into a whisper.“Are you complaining?”She knew he wasn’t.Sex with Callie just kept getting better and better.“I’m no fool.I know a good thing when I see it.”She took her eyes off Freedom to take a leisurely tour of his body.She liked him in jeans and boots and made no bones about it.Her brow arched up in approval and she sent him a wicked look that shot straight to his groin.“So do I,” she said quietly.He could lead her back into the bedroom and…“I’m taking Free out today,” she announced, changing the direction his mind had taken.“Let her see your land.Get used the scent of the other horses.”“Sounds like a good idea.”“She’s not going to like sharing the paddock with your mares.She’s pretty feisty.”“I can see that.”“But underneath it all, she’s a sweetheart.”Tagg wondered if the same were true of her.“When are you going for that ride?”“After lunch.”“You want some company?”Callie stared at him.“You want to ride out together?” A familiar look of yearning crossed her features.He nodded.“Sure, why not?”He knew why Callie seemed surprised.He’d never invited her before, even though he’d seen longing in her eyes and her plea for acceptance on his ranch.He’d kept his afternoon rides private so he could be alone with his own thoughts.But it was also a way to drive some distance between them.To keep her from getting too close and maybe to punish her for her past mistakes.He hated to admit that, but it was solid truth.He’d had to marry her and accept her into his home because of the baby.He’d also had to tolerate her ruthless, immoral father.“Because you’ve never asked me before.Why now?”He stared at the little bulge at her waistband and felt a sense of pride, but also a fierce sense of protectiveness.Callie was an expert horsewoman, but her mare was jittery.After seeing those knocked-in kick walls, Tagg didn’t want Callie riding out on his land alone with her horse.He worried over his baby’s safety, that was a given.But it surprised him how much of his concern was aimed at his new wife.He shrugged.“It’d be best if I went with you, is all.”“You’re on, cowboy.” Callie opened her mouth to say something else but seemed to change her mind.And the she sent him a big, beautiful smile that spread warmth through his cold and distant heart.Nine“Your wife cleans up nicely,” Jackson said, sipping wine from a cut crystal glass.He gestured to Callie, who was speaking with two crewman from Penny’s Song under a tree wrapped with hundreds of twinkle lights on Clay’s veranda.Tagg glared at his brother.“What? Just stating the obvious.”“Keep your eyes in your head.”Jackson smiled wide before taking another sip of thirty-dollar-a-glass Pinot Noir.“Just appreciating the best-looking woman in the place.”Tagg had to agree.He couldn’t take his eyes off her, even though he’d seen her in the most intimate settings, touched every part of her body countless times and made her moan his name until the breath stole out of her lungs.Tagg still couldn’t look away.She wore her dark hair in an intricate pile atop her head with a few well-placed strands curling along her crown and down around her neck.Rhinestones gathered her deep crimson gown just under her breasts and flowed in soft pleats all the way down to her sandal-clad ankles.Her eyes were liquid caramel tonight under those sparking lights, her skin, the smoothest cream.When Tagg first laid eyes on her as she came gliding out of his bedroom dressed to kill, he’d dropped the magazine he’d been reading in the parlor.He’d never seen Callie look more beautiful.If he’d compared her to a Grecian goddess, the goddess would lose out every time.Clay walked up and stood beside them [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]