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responded to a man's touch like it did with Jason. His fingers seared past her
skin and reached her deepest core. Her pulse pounded at the very thought of
him. She could not understand how the memory of him pressing her against the wall
took her breath away. She could not understand how the thought of his commands
and orders only made her desire increase. Maybe she would be able to figure out
what made Jason have this power over her. Maybe, now that the dust had settled
a bit, she could figure out what she truly wanted from this modern-day cowboy.
    After cleaning up by giving herself a sponge bath in the
water basin provided in her room, Taylor made her way to the closet to try to
find something to wear. Jason had assured her that all her needs would be met.
Did he mean clothing as well? Inside the beautiful, cherry wood armoire were
several summer dresses of all colors and designs. They were absolutely lovely,
delicate and feminine. Taylor could not help but smile as she selected a peach
dress that would flow just below her knee. The thin straps that tied on each
shoulder seemed innocent, yet sensual. She ran an ivory comb through her curly
locks and pulled her hair into a loose bun. She looked like she belonged in a
Better Homes and Gardens magazine ad. Taylor could not deny that she loved it.
    She walked down the stairs and made her way to a room she
guessed to be the parlor. She walked around, her eyes taking in all the
splendid furniture. Everything was antique and elegant. Not a piece of
furniture nor trinket were modern-day in appearance. The wooden floor, the
fireplace, the rocking chair in the corner of the room, all screamed history.
It was obvious that every detail to make this house feel like a home of the
past was executed flawlessly.
    Taylor walked in the kitchen and found Jason sitting at the
table. His long legs were stretched out and one arm was slung over the back of
the wooden chair. He exuded superiority and seduction at the same time.
    The kitchen was far from modern. At least there are some
useful items, Taylor thought as she noticed an old-fashioned icebox, an
indoor hand pump, and a sink with a drain. Sturdy wooden shelves near the stove
held several cast-iron frying pans, roasters, cooking pans, and a large coffee
pot. Cooking in this kitchen was definitely going to be a challenge.
    "Good Morning, Jason." Taylor walked into the
kitchen toward the wooden chair across from Jason and quickly sat down and
placed her hands on her lap. She looked down at her short fingernails and now
wished she had given herself a manicure one last time."Where's Mandy?"
    "She's out collecting eggs from the chickens so you can
make us some breakfast." His eyes scanned her from head to toe. "You
look really pretty today."
    Taylor bit her tongue. She was about to tell him to make his
own damn breakfast, but tried to remind herself that a deal was made, and she
needed to keep up her end of the bargain. The compliment did not hurt, though.
    Jason leaned forward on the table. "Everything has
happened pretty fast. I want to take this time to get to know you."
    Taylor shifted her weight and wiped her dampened palms on
her dress. "Well, I uh…I love kids and I...I'm not really sure what you
want—"
    "Favorite food?" Jason interrupted. The firmness
in the question startled her.
    "Cheese." Taylor caught the corner of his mouth
curve to what looked like a smile.
    He continued, "Favorite color?"
    "White." Taylor swallowed the lump forming in the
back of her throat. She had no idea why this man made her so nervous. "I
know white isn't really a color, but I like it."
    Jason just stared at her. Was he thinking? Was he waiting
for her to continue? This man was impossible to read. What did she need to say?
What did he want?
     "My favorite music is anything with an acoustic
guitar," she blurted out."I love to dance and I attempt to run from
time to time. I love unusual flowers but hate roses. Well, except the pretty
yellow ones around