Beverly Bird - All The Way

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Daredevil Hunter Hawk-Cole had a restless spirit and a thirst for adventure that had always ruled his life.He hadn't planned to stop for anything or anyone – until he came face-to-face with the daughter he had never known about. Liv Slade was a woman who valued home and hearth and family – things Hunter hadn't been able to provide.Now the only man she'd ever loved was back in her life, demanding his daughter. But once he got what he wanted, would this footloose father head out on the road once more? Or would the fiery passion he shared with Liv convince him to stay?

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So Hunter had come back from New Mexico. He’d picked her up at dawn at her apartment and they’d slipped out to this isolated ranch north of the city. The owner was the father of a guy he’d crossed paths with in the Army.

Hunter was suddenly struck by inspiration as he continued to watch her critically. “You know what you’re doing wrong?”

“Besides sitting on top of a thousand pounds of unpredictable animal?” But her fingers loosened on the saddle horn.

Hunter grinned. She was the only person he’d ever known who could make him do that—grin himself right out of frustration. “It’s in your hips, Liv.”

She wiggled her brows at him. “You like my hips.”

“Not on a horse, I don’t.”

She sighed and reined the animal in. “Okay. Tell me what’s wrong with them. I’m all ears.”

“You don’t move them right. You’re all rigid. Move them like you do when I’m inside you.”

Her reaction delighted him. Her breath caught and her eyes went wide, then she looked around quickly to see if anyone was close enough to overhear them. They were alone.

She grinned wickedly. “Um, I forget exactly. Better remind me.”

He hadn’t been angling for such an invitation…and for the life of him he couldn’t walk away from it. Hunter started toward her horse with slow, deliberate strides. She made a move as though to dismount. Then something—maybe the snap of a twig as his heel came down on it, or the sudden tension that he could only imagine was zinging through her body—made the horse spook. It reared, and Liv went head over heels off the back of the saddle.

Hunter shouted and closed the rest of the distance at a run. When he reached her, she had a wild look in her eyes and she was breathing hard, but he knew in an instant that she was unhurt. She was spitting mad.

“That nasty beast tossed me!”

“Did it hurt?” He helped her sit up, brushed her off.

“Of course it did! It jarred the breath right out of me!”

“Will you live?”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “You’ll never touch me again if you don’t show a little sympathy here.”

“Sorry. But think about it. The worst happened. You got thrown. If you’re going to ride, it had to happen eventually. But how bad was it? Something to be so terrified of that you can’t do this job they’re offering you?”

He could tell by the way she refused to let herself smile that he’d made his point. “I hate you.”

“You love me.”

“Some days less than others. You did that on purpose, didn’t you? You spooked my horse to make a point.”

“Nope. It was an accident.”

She finally let herself grin. “I’m still not exactly sure how to move my hips.”

He had her flat on her back before she could breathe again. “Ah, Livie.” There was no one like her, no other woman who could make him crave and ache and smile during long nights alone in the barracks.

As they began fumbling with each other’s clothes, Hunter maneuvered her to her feet. “Not here.” They weren’t on the Res anymore.

“The barn,” she gasped against his mouth.

They headed that way, trying to walk decorously, but her mind was on other things and she stumbled once. Liv giggled. He caught her elbow and propelled her inside, into a stall. And they laughed and touched and feasted and it ended too soon because he had to leave again, but for that one high noon, everything was the way it had been before. He slid inside her as they rolled on bales of hay, and he whispered the truth in her ear, that she was all he ever needed.

There was never any doubt that she would go to the Spirit Room.

Liv prowled her sitting room at 7:30, her hands scraping restlessly through her hair then fussing with the belt of her robe. Her stomach was alternately a knot, then something squishy and weightless. She tried a glass of wine to calm her nerves, but it only made her nauseous.

“Okay,” she whispered aloud to walls that undoubtedly knew many more secrets than her own. “I’m fine.”

All that mattered was Vicky, Liv reminded herself. She would die to protect her, would keep any of this from affecting her, and that was that. Liv paused in her pacing to swig more wine, then her throat closed and she found it hard to swallow.

She had lied to Hunter all those years ago for one reason—to make him go before he realized she was pregnant. She’d known by then that he wasn’t ever going to stay with her, and she would not subject their child to a fly-by-night father slipping in and out of their lives. He would do the same thing now—fade in and out, a tantalizing wish—if she let him. So somehow she had to make him go away again, once and for all.

Kiki was right. She’d given Vicky a reasonably stable life. Maybe it wasn’t everything she’d ever dreamed of for her child, because in the end, she hadn’t had it in her to stay with Johnny. But it was enough. She would not let Hunter change that.

Liv moaned aloud, her stomach heaving. She had never been able to make Hunter do anything he hadn’t wanted to do. That was how she’d known that he’d never really been in love with her. Because when she’d told him to leave, he’d gone.

Liv was so grateful to be out of the stables, she almost didn’t mind the hokey uniform they’d given her for her promotion to barmaid. She ducked into the rest room to check her appearance before her shift started, reminding herself that this was actually a step up.

She’d lasted with the riding operation for five months until it had closed for the season right before Christmas. Hunter had come back three more times to hammer the tricks of the trade into her. She’d done well because she’d made it a point to do well. She’d hadn’t been thrown again. But she wasn’t about to spend the remainder of her life on horseback and mucking out stalls.

In January the resort had transferred her to their child care facility. The tips from road-weary parents anxious for some time to themselves had been great. The children, for the most part, had been impossible. Still, Liv had stuck it out for ten months until this opening had come up in the bar.

She intended to learn the hospitality business from the ground up, from the stables to the food and beverage facilities to the head office. Tonight she would entertain a few drunks and begin to learn the workings of the back of the bar. Unfortunately, she was going to have to do it looking like a cross between a beauty pageant queen and Annie Oakley.

The cowboy boots weren’t bad, she decided, except they were red. Her legs were good enough to tolerate the very short skirt. Personally, she thought the boots would look better with shorts, but it wasn’t her call to make. If she ever had her own place, she thought, the barmaids would wear boots with shorts. And the boots wouldn’t be red.

At the moment, however, she was stuck with petticoats—bustling white petticoats, layers of the damned things—under the full short denim. Liv turned this way and that in front of the mirror, but the contraption really didn’t afford her a good side. It was topped by a tiny denim vest that was laced up the front with red ribbon. In all her years on the reservation, she’d never once seen fit to put on a cowboy hat, but she wore one now.

Liv stuck her tongue out at her mirrored image to show what she thought of the whole getup.

“Yeah, but it presents some interesting possibilities for getting you out of it again.”

Liv squealed and spun away from the mirror. “Hunter!” He stood in the rest room door. “Where did you come from? You didn’t say you were coming back! You can’t be in here!”

“Nobody stopped me.”

“You can’t go through your whole life just…just doing things because no one locked the door on you!”

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