Though she was too dazed to form cohesive words, she silently exalted because this was just the beginning.
More than what he did to her physically, she wanted the man she’d come to know and respect. Love was in there, too, fighting its way to the surface.
“Pull up your pants, Monroe.”
They both laughed as he zipped his fly, then helped her to right herself, turning her in the saddle to face forward again. When he click-clicked the bewildered horse onward again, Brig rested her head against his shoulder with a deep sigh,
smiling to think her clever sisters had seen this outcome as soon as they’d met Duncan.
“You know what I’m thinking?” he murmured, pressing a kiss against her temple.
“You’re having second thoughts?”
He chuckled. “Not in this lifetime, but once we’ve settled matters at home and the delegates have left,
what do you say
we lay in a stock of
food up at my fishing cabin and lock ourselves in there for at least…”
About the Author
Ali Atwood is a transplanted Brit, living the outdoor life in Florida. Her previous careers could fill a catalogue—everything from flight attendant to ice cream parlor owner. When Ali is not travelling between galaxies, you can find her at these places:
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