Elle James - Hot Zone

She swayed toward him, her lips tingling in anticipation of touching his. Everything would be better, all of her pain would be eased, if she just kissed him.

Hawkeye’s arms tightened around her, bringing her closer.

When her lips were a mere breath from his, a sound penetrated the deepening dusk. The urgent, distressed bawling of cattle.

“Shh.” Liv stiffened, her pulse quickening. “Do you hear that?”

“Yeah.” Hawkeye’s hands gripped Liv around the waist. He lifted her out of his lap, scrambled to stand and pulled her up beside him.

“Come on.” Liv grabbed his hand and ran for the truck.

Hawkeye jumped into the driver’s seat.

Liv climbed in on the passenger side and rolled down her window, trying to hear over the rumble of the engine. Again, the sound of cattle mooing reached her. Something was wrong. At dusk cattle settled in for the night, quietly chewing their cud. Wishing she could put her own foot on the accelerator, Liv clenched her fists and willed Hawkeye to go faster.

The driveway up to the ranch house and barn curved through a stand of trees. Finally, it opened to a rounded knoll, on top of which stood her family home, a two-story colonial with a wide, sweeping wraparound porch.

Liv pushed aside the stabbing sadness, her thoughts on the cattle and horses for which she was now responsible. “Head for the barn at the back of the house,” she instructed.

Hawkeye drove around to the barn and shone his headlights at the corral and pasture beyond.

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