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[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] fingers contract, warm and possessive. He smiled. "Come on," he said, leading her to the car. "We'll drive up behind them." "You look better," she murmured. "Since I left the hospital, I expect you mean?" he asked dryly, smiling as she blushed. "Yes, I feel better, too. I never did thank you, did I, for telling Dad what to do." "He was upset," she said. He helped her into the passenger seat of the red Porsche. "So were you, I hear," he said, noting her downcast expression as he closed the door. Eleanor leaned back as she fastened her seatbelt and waited for him to get in and start the engine. Gene Taber had already driven off in his green Buick with Barnett beside him. It seemed the day for a family get-together, but all she wanted to do was...was stay with Keegan and never leave him, she admitted miserably. She couldn't bear the thought of being alone again, of being without him for the rest of her life. Especially now. And what if she did get pregnant? Involuntarily, her fingers went to her waist, pressing there in wonder as they drove up toward Flintlock. A baby would be nice. Someone to love and care for, someone to look after and fuss over. She smiled. . The man beside her saw that smile and where her fingers were resting, and he smiled, too. He began to whistle softly, glancing sideways at her and smiling. She glanced at him and looked away again. Smug, wasn't he? she thought bitterly. He'd had his way, and now he was satisfied. He'd be off in search of a new conquest. "The colt is out of Main Chance, by Straightaway," he told her. "A Triple Crown winner if I've ever seen one. Beautiful conformation." "Wasn't Straightaway the reason you escaped from the hospital?'' she asked slyly. "I had to. O'Clancy damned near took him home," Keegan pulled into his driveway and followed his father's car back to the garage, pulling in beside the Buick. "Feeling all right?" he asked unexpectedly, his blue eyes concerned as they searched her face. "Of...of course," she faltered. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" he asked, his voice softer than satin. DIANA PALMER She shook her head, and he nodded, apparently satisfied. He got out and helped her out. "We're going to look over the layout for the barn," Gene told them. "Barnett swears he's up to it. Then we'll meet you in the house for supper. Mary June's fixing ham, by the way. She swore up and down that we'd never see another piece of chicken as long as we live after your near miss, son. Keegan chuckled as he locked Eleanor's fingers in his. "Suits me. I think I'll sell my stock in that chicken packing plant we own shares of, too." "I don't blame you, boy." Barnett grinned. The older men wandered off across the yard, and Keegan drew Eleanor along with him into the spacious stable with its wide, woodchip-covered aisle. He stopped at a middle stall and pushed Eleanor in front of him so that she could look over the gate. There, in the stall, was a sleek, beautiful brown mare with a small, spindly- legged colt. "Isn't he a beauty?" he asked proudly. He put his hands on her shoulders, idly stroking them. ' 'A fine young devil, all nerves right now. He'll be a sight to behold in a few months." "He's a champion all right." She sighed. "I've always loved horses, even if I don't know one bloodline from another." "I could teach you that," he said, his breath fanning her hair. "I could teach you anything you wanted to know. And before you fly at me," he added when she turned, glaring, "I don't mean sex." That stopped her. She stared up at him breathlessly, her whole body reacting in sensuous pleasure to the intensity of his gaze. "For God's sake, don't look at me like that," he said harshly. "Don't you realize even now the way you affect me?" She didn't, but when he drew her against his long, lean body, she got the message. "Don't pull away," he said quietly. "You belong to me now. You know everything there is to know about my body and how it responds." He smiled at her warmly. "Besides, you're a nurse." "That doesn't make me any more confident, actually," she confessed. Her hands touched his chest through the shirt and she felt him shudder as his heartbeat increased. She pressed her fingers against him, feeling the soft, bristly pressure of chest hair through the material, feeling him stiffen. She looked up, fascinated by the newness of the relationship they were sharing, by what had happened. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |