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it. “It’s a love story between an ambulance driver and a nurse. Have you read it?”
    “Yes, when I was fourteen.”
    He quirked an eyebrow, amusement in his expression. “Kinda young for that sort of heavy reading, weren’t you?”
    Her lips curved upward as she settled it back on the shelf. “I cried at the end of it.”
    “Yeah, to lose the person you love is hell,” Wyatt grunted, giving her a more than meaningful look. “Finding you out there on that ridge, with those trees looking like strewn toothpicks that had been tossed up in the air and fallen all round you, didn’t exactly make my day, either.”
    “No, but I don’t remember any of it, thank God,” she said. Wyatt was quick and efficient, placing her jeans, sweaters, and other shirts neatly into the two top drawers of the other dresser. “What are you doing? Why don’t you put all my clothes in one dresser, Wyatt?”
    He straightened and came over to where she stood by the shelf. Sliding his arms around her waist, gently drawing her against him, his rasped against her temple, “Because I don’t want you have to crouch or kneel down with that ankle of yours, the way that it is right now, that’s why.”
    Her heart filled with love for the man. He was so sensitive and aware, but she knew a lot of that was probably ingrained in him by the SEALs. He’d been trained to pay close attention to all details. She lifted her chin, meeting and pressing her lips against his mouth. The door to his room was closed, so she knew she could be affectionate with him up to a point. Hearing Wyatt growl, that reverberation going through his powerful chest, her breasts tingling at the vibration, nipples puckering, Tal slid her lips against his. Breathing changing, feeling her lower body come online like it always did any time they kissed or touched one another in a loving way, Tal surrendered to his tall, strong form. He would hold her. He wouldn’t let her slip out of his embrace. Wyatt was like a rock wall: unmoving, stable. Forever.
    Drowning in the heat of his mouth, feeling his heartbeat rise beneath her breasts, his hands feathering up and down her back, cupping her cheeks, pulling her firmly against him, she moaned. His cock was thick and hard against the zipper of his jeans. Juices were spilling down through her channel, and she made a low sound of pleasure as his tongue slowly tangled with hers.
    Rubbing against her pelvis, he growled as his hands held her prisoner in the most delicious of ways.
    There was a light knock at Wyatt’s bedroom door.
    Dazed, Tal eased away from him. He gave her a look of apology.
    “To be continued later,” he promised thickly, releasing her but keeping his hand on her arm to make sure she was stable after the hot, burning kiss that had ignited between them.
    Tal stepped back, feeling dampness gathering between her thighs. “You’re such a tease, cowboy,” she whispered, grinning at him as he went to answer the door.
    “You’ll find out just how much of one I am,” he promised her, his gray eyes stormy with lust.

CHAPTER 2
    T al loved the Lockwoods’ huge L-shaped kitchen. It had a long, rectangular oak table, a shiny patina on it indicating it had probably been in the family for the hundred years since their house had been built. Daisy, Mattie, and Cathy were in the kitchen, and when Tal tried to offer her help, they all told her to go sit down at the table. Okay, orders were orders. She saw Wyatt grin a little as he pulled out one of the oak chairs for her. On each seat was a colorful quilted pad. Tal thanked him and sat down next to him.
    “Mom gets persnickety about who’s in her kitchen,” Wyatt admitted, folding his hands.
    “I’d be an elephant in the room if I tried to help them,” Tal admitted. “But I had to ask. That’s only good manners.”
    “It is,” he agreed with a nod. “And I know my mother appreciates your thoughtfulness. But you don’t need one of those fillies in there stepping on that