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neck, drawing her close. “Plenty.”
    His eyes searched hers for one instant before his lips came down on her softly, brushing his mouth over hers with exquisite tenderness. Nothing in her life had ever felt more right, more perfect. The taste of Blue Montgomery left her breathless, in a thrilling sort of way. Jenna let out a soft moan, which seemed to please him. He took hold of her hand and wrapped it around his neck, coaching her and leaving no room for doubt what he wanted—her complete participation.
    Jenna kissed him back with everything she felt inside. Sinful, wicked sensations edged into her thoughts as Blue took what she offered greedily, making her fully aware without question that he was a man with needs. He dragged her closer andkissed her again and again until Jenna’s lips were bruised and her body raged.
    And just like that, he backed off, breaking the seal of their lips, shaking his head. “That was…too good,” he said with regret in his voice.
    Trembling inside, Jenna prayed it didn’t show. She’d never felt so wonderful in her life…or so scared. Yes, it was good, she admitted silently, wondering why he’d stopped kissing her. “Did you,” she began, biting her swollen lip, “did you remember anything?”
    Oh, yeah, he thought. He remembered something. He wasn’t a man who knew how to handle sweet innocent women. He knew it had been a long time since he’d held one in his arms and wanted so badly, the way he wanted Jenna. But damn it all, he didn’t remember her. More than anything, he’d wished he had. And if he hadn’t been daydreaming just then before Jenna knocked, about what it would be like to have her in his arms, loving him, right there on that bed, he would never have taken her the way he had.
    Like he had a right to.
    He smiled at her, a deep grin meant to soothe her feathers, should they be ruffled. “I think I’ll try your way, Jenna.” He brought the letters clenched in his fist up for her view. “I’ll read them.”
    With that, he closed the door, shutting Jenna out.
    Jenna balanced the plow, steadying the handles with both hands as the Percheron made a slow yet efficient trek through the wheat field. “That’s it, Mac,” she said to the old but reliable draft horse. She had half an acre to plow today and was only an hour into her task when Blue strode up, his face grim.
    “What are you doing?” he asked, none too gently.
    Jenna’s heart sped up at the sight of him. Every time they had occasion to talk, to be near, her reaction was always the same, a mixed-up sort of feeling that made mush to her insides. Ever since that kiss. She had trouble forgetting it and spent many a night recalling the sensations over and over in her mind.
    That had been exactly five days ago, and still the memory was as vivid and clear as the Oklahoma sky on a cloudless spring day. “I’m plowing the field, Blue,” she said, breathless, both from the chore and the man pointing his sharp nose at her.
    “That ain’t woman’s work,” he said, then added, “Where’s the men?”
    Using her sleeve, Jenna took a moment to wipe sweat from her brow. Under regular conditions, no, it wasn’t woman’s work, but this wasn’t the first time she’d taken on the chore. With an entire wheat field to plow this spring, what choice did she have? The fields wouldn’t plow themselves andshe had minimal help. “Ben’s gone until tomorrow evening. He took Rosalinda to Goose Creek. It’s a day’s ride from here. The others are working the top end of the field.”
    “What’s so special in Goose Creek?”
    Joy filled her heart. Ben’s purchase today would make life a bit easier around here come planting time. And it symbolized something even more important.
    Progress. She’d scraped together enough money from selling off surplus eggs and butter in Goodwill to finally purchase something to help the farm prosper. “He’s buying us a seeder, Blue. You know what that means, no more broadcasting