His instant response was to trap her wrist and not let her continue the caress.

She raised a brow. “You have something in your hair.”

“I noticed. Your fingers.”

“You’re overreacting.”

He was getting far too turned on by her touch for them to still be standing this close together. “I think I need to show you the pigpens and chicken coops now.”

She had this expression that didn’t make any sense. “You need to relax.”

He needed to go jump in the creek. “You had enough fun yet, Allison? Because we really should be going.”

“Not yet.”

Dammit if she didn’t press against him, her soft body warm and curved in all the right spots. The hand that had stroked through his hair was at the back of his neck, playing and teasing him until goose bumps rose. She slid her other hand across his chest and upward until they met, then she tugged on his neck. Hard enough that he would have had to act like a scarecrow to resist her, so he let her guide him.

Just far enough down she could tilt her head back and join their mouths together.


She’d meant it as a taunt. A bit of a payback for the mind-numbing impact of his kiss a couple days earlier.

But when their lips touched, joking was off the agenda. Now? She just wanted.

This habit she had of jumping in with two feet had gotten her in trouble before, and maybe this time it would as well, but with her fingers tangled in his hair she didn’t care.

She traced his lips with her tongue, tasting him slowly. He wasn’t moving. Not toward her, not away, so she leaned in a little harder and dipped a little deeper. Mmm, something about kissing him in the outdoors made it that much better. It was right, mixing the scents of the country with the taste of him, his firm lips moving against hers.

He must have finally given in, because his hands were on her hips. Not dragging her tighter, but at least not pushing her away. The gentle squeeze of pressure proved he was there willingly, and she concentrated on enjoying the kiss more.

She was up on tiptoe, breathing through her nose. The masculine scent of his soap and skin filled her head. His tongue brushed hers. A far cry from the passionate and overwhelming exchange they’d had at the start of the week. Somehow, it was just as perfect. Allison tugged him closer yet and he followed her lead. Bending over her, and allowing her to rest on her heels instead of straining to reach him.

His hands hadn’t moved.

The kisses stayed soft. Exploratory. When she would have offered more, an extraordinary sound escaped from him, and this time he did pull back. Not far, only enough to rest his head on her shoulder and take a shaky breath.

She ran her fingers through his hair, the thick texture soft and yet firm against her palms.

It was reassuring and peaceful. The edge of sexual attraction there but dim enough all she felt was his presence. A comfort and an anchor.

“You trying to drive me crazy?” Gabe wouldn’t lift his head, so she had no idea what kind of expression he wore. Only the edge of tension in his voice—damn. She hadn’t meant to hurt him.

Allison tried to step away. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—”

“Shhh. Just give me a hug. You crazy woman.”

She slipped her arms around his torso and squeezed him tight. “I only wanted to tease you.”

Gabe patted her on the back, his touch nicely platonic, and she breathed a sigh of relief that she hadn’t mucked things up between them with that impulsive move.

He stooped to recover his hat. They were still close when the buzz of an engine rose into hearing. Gabe groaned and twisted to face the open field on their right, a narrow dust trail rising to show the approach of someone drawing nearer.

“You expecting anyone?” Allison asked.

“No, but that doesn’t mean anything.” His tone was so dry she glanced up to see what had caused it. He shook his head as the quad came into sight. “One of the twins. Figures. I haven’t put out a fire for them in nearly two weeks.”

Allison would have moved farther away, but he caught her fingers in his and tugged her against his side.

She laughed. “You really plan to pull out all the stops, don’t you?”

“If it’s Joel, or better yet, Jesse, we got ourselves the nearest thing to that megaphone on Main Street we were talking about.”

He tucked her fingers under her chin and lifted her face toward him.

“Gabe…”

“Stop talking and kiss me, woman. He’s watching.”

It felt different this time. More like pretend, even with the heat of his mouth touching hers. Allison was distracted, wanting to find out what their visitor was up to.

The motor on the quad cut out and Gabe released her.

“Don’t stop on my account.” Jesse tipped back his hat and grinned, blue eyes shining bright, huge grin plastered across his face as he swung his leg over the seat and jumped to the ground.

“Morning, Jesse.”

“Gabe.” Jesse turned all his attention on Allison, and damn if she didn’t feel her cheeks rush with heat. “And Allison Parker. You sure you want this old man? If you’re in the market, there are younger Colemans available who have way more energy.”

Talk about a tease. “I thought about that, but Rafe isn’t ready for a steady girlfriend yet.”

Gabe chortled as Jesse mocked being kicked in the gut. “Low blow. Well played. Good to see you back in the area.”

He wrapped her in a bear hug and planted a huge kiss on her. Allison was too surprised to stop him.

Gabe wasn’t. “Bastard. That’s enough.” Allison found herself tucked back tight against his side, one arm possessively holding her close.

Jesse’s grin didn’t budge. “I’ve heard the phrase kissing cousins for years, and never thought how much fun it could be.”

“What do you want, Jesse?” Gabe all but snarled the words.

Allison hid her amusement as Jesse deliberately leered in her direction.

“Is that an open-ended question?” Jesse backed away as Gabe advanced. “Kidding. Man, you two are going to be a blast to rag on. I’ve never seen him with such a short fuse. Well done, Allison, you’ve managed to rile up the good kid on the block.”

Gabe tightened at that jib, and suddenly the teasing wasn’t as funny anymore.

“What do you want, Jesse?” she asked. The sensation of possessiveness and wanting to protect—it wasn’t unfamiliar, but she hadn’t expected to feel it for Gabe.

All Jesse’s mockery vanished. “Gabe, favour to ask. Lend me your truck.”

“Oh God, again? Use Joel’s.”

Jesse pretty near scuffed his feet in the leaves underfoot like a little kid. “Can’t.”

“Can’t? Did the two of you both bust up your vehicles the same day? I don’t believe that. What’s happening?”

Jesse dropped his mouth open and widened his eyes innocently. “Nothing, I need to get to Drayton Valley tonight, and I don’t want Joel to know. Come on, I’ll make sure it’s full when I bring it back.”

“What the hell you up to?” Gabe poked him in the chest. “Keeping secrets from your twin just screams you’re pulling a fast one.”

Jesse continued to bullshit for a while, not saying much of anything, while Gabe did his best to cajole the information out of him.

Listening to the cousins ramble back and forth was another wonderful addition to her already great morning.

Returning to Rocky for her mom’s sake had been impulsive. Total fly-by-the-seat-of-her-pants move, and only now was she aware of other positive effects. Being around familiar people who all had the same kind of goals as her—there was something energizing about it.

Coming home for her mom had meant coming home for herself far more than she’d imagined, and she’d noticed it, even in just a few days.

Gabe still had his arm around her, and he reluctantly released her to dig in his pocket. “Fine. Stop whining like a little girl and get out of here. Only no using purple fuel in her.”

Jesse snorted. “Did you hear? Cousin Anna caught Steve with a tankful.”

“Oh sheesh. Really? Buttbrain.”

“Yeah, she wrote him up too.”

“She ticketed her own brother? God, I love that woman.”

Allison laughed with them. Seems there was always someone trying to get away with using the cheaper ranch-supply gas. And someone was always getting caught. Purple dye was hard to explain away.

Gabe tossed over his keys. Jesse snatched them in midair and retreated, flicking a finger to his hat at Allison. “I’ll see you guys on Friday at Traders?”

Gabe nodded. “We’ll be there.”

Jesse rode off in a cloud of dust as Allison and Gabe gathered their things and got back in the saddle.

“Ready for more exploring?” he asked.

She nodded and kicked Patches lightly, urging the horse up and back into the wide-open spaces of the fields. The scenery around them bursting with energy, the man riding beside her comfortable and everything at peace. A brief moment of respite in the middle of the whirl of life.

Allison soaked in the sensation as a buffer against the tough moments she knew had to be coming.

She nudged Patches alongside Hurricane, and Gabe looked up expectantly. “Okay, let’s talk about long-term plans for your ranch.”

He grinned, and the rest of the morning fell away in easy companionship.

Chapter Eight

Gabe pulled up to his parents’ house and hopped out of his truck. Thursday morning had vanished before he knew it, and he still wanted to track down his father before the day was over.

Damn man seemed to be hiding, which normally wouldn’t be an issue. Keeping lots of distance between the two of them was usually a good thing. But now that he needed to talk, Ben was nowhere to be found.