Sara Orwig - Wild Western Nights

“Yes, Gabe. Against all logic and good judgment, I’ll have dinner with you again.”

He gave her a tiny squeeze. “I’m glad. We’ll have a super time.” He leaned forward to brush a kiss on her forehead, then her lips.

He held open the passenger-side door for her, closed it and strode around the car to slide behind the wheel. They talked all the way to her ranch and then sat in the driveway talking for another hour. It was into the early-morning hours when he walked her to the door.

He entered with her and waited while she switched off her alarm and turned on the lights. “It’s been a great evening, Maddie. I’m glad you’re back, even if it’s temporary.” Stepping closer, he brushed another kiss on her lips. His mouth was warm, enticing, coaxing more kisses.

“Gabe,” she said, ending the kiss.

He looked over her head to the room beyond her. “This is a big house out in a remote spot. You’re accustomed to a big city, a house with neighbors, your mother close by. I’ll sleep down here on the couch.”

“Sol is not far away.”

“He’s about four minutes if he comes on a dead run. I can stretch out on the sofa and you’ll never know I’m here.”

“I’m not a little kid any longer. You don’t have to protect me and hover around.”

“I’ll be the one to decide about hovering and I know you are definitely not a little kid any longer. I’ve known that since you were seventeen,” he drawled in a softer tone that caused her belly to flutter.

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