Jodi Thomas - Texas Rain

She spread her hand out across his chest. He fought the urge to pull her closer. Then he realized just having her near was enough for now.

He listened to the clock ticking and her breathing as an hour passed. When he heard the first footsteps in the hall, he kissed her head and whispered, "Rainey, move to the chair."

She barely had time to slip from the bed to the rocking chair before someone opened the door.

The doctor came in and didn't try to hide his surprise when he noticed her. "Miss Adams, you shouldn't be in here."

"I had to check on him," Rainey answered. "The Ranger saved my life."

Dr. Bailey nodded. "I see, but you'd best get up to your room before my wife wakes. I can take care of this hero of yours until morning."

Rainey looked like she debated leaving, but finally slipped from the room. Her last glance back told him all he needed to know. She didn't want to leave.

Travis let the doctor poke on him awhile, then took the medicine the old man gave him without complaint. By the time the doctor was finished wrapping his leg and hip in oily towels to keep the swelling down, it was dawn.

"Glad to see you've got your senses back, son," the old doc said as he finished. "We all figured you'd shoot us for sure if you got the chance a few hours ago. That's why the young Ranger took the bullets out of your gun before he gave it to you."

Travis nodded. He hadn't grown any calmer; he'd simply realized he'd have to endure this quietly until he talked someone into letting him out of this bed. As soon as he was free, he planned to continue the discussion he'd had with Rainey under the tree. The discussion they'd shared without words.

Travis heard Mike and Duck stirring in the sitting room and a moment later, Duck hit the foot of his bed. The boy scrambled up, sat cross-legged with his elbows on his knees and his fists on his chin. He stared at Travis as if he planned to stay put for the day.

"Help the boy into his clothes," Travis said casually.

"Glad to," Mike answered from the door. The young Ranger picked up the clothes, and a moment later the race was on.

With Duck finally dressed and sitting at the foot of the bed watching, the doctor showed Travis the tiny piece of lead he'd taken out of the bone in his leg just below his hip.

"It might have stayed there for the rest of your life pestering you occasionally, but that ride you took caused an infection and made it imperative that I remove it." The old man scratched his head. "I took a risk cutting into you like that, but I decided you weren't a man who'd settle for riding in a buggy the rest of his life."

Travis had to admit that he felt better. The dull ache that he'd known for months was gone even though his skin was sore where Dr. Bailey had made small cuts. "Thanks, Doc," he managed to say. "I'm glad I didn't shoot you last night." He reached under the pillow and produced a handful of bullets.

"But how…" Mike looked up from several feet away where he was trying to get a coffee stain off his shirt, thanks to Duck.

"A Ranger always checks his weapons." Travis shrugged. "I'd never be too out of my head to forget that. When you handed me the gun, I knew it was light. I had no problem borrowing a few of your bullets."

Mike fingered the empty loops on his gun belt.

Dr. Bailey laughed. "I'm not surprised. I've been patching up Rangers since the battle at San Jacinto. They're like dealing with frozen rattlers. If you bring them inside and take care of them at some point you come to expect them to be ornery."

Sage entered with a tray of breakfast rolls and fresh coffee. "Top of the morning to you." She bowed to all, but smiled at Mike. "What could be so funny so early?" She patted her brother's shoulder as she handed him his second cup of coffee. "Good to see you back with us, Travis."

"I never left," he mumbled, not wanting to admit how close he'd come to the edge of sanity when the pain gripped him. "I was just a little tired yesterday."

"Then you'll rest today," the doc insisted as he covered Travis's left leg with the sheet.

Travis nodded, silently agreeing, then turned his attention back to Sage. As he explained about the bullets, he noticed that she moved close enough to Mike for him to tug on her braid. Travis thought of reloading. No one but her brothers had a right to touch his sister's hair. Then he remembered what Rainey had told him and forced a smile. It was almost as frustrating to admit that Sage didn't seem to mind Mike's teasing as it was to watch a man flirt with his baby sister.

It crossed his mind that Sage should have started with a boy, not a man. Saddler was young, maybe twenty or twenty-one, but he was a man. The Ranger might not be satisfied with innocent kisses.

Frowning, Travis realized he wasn't satisfied with just kissing Rainey. He wanted more. A lot more. He'd go slow… as slow as she wanted… as long as they were moving. He stared at the young couple, wondering if they felt even a fraction of what he felt for Rainey.

Mike didn't notice he was being watched. He seemed to have Sage blindness whenever she was in the room.

"How is he today?" Sage asked the doctor as she pretended to pay no mind to the young Ranger.

"Much better. The cold wrappings brought the swelling down, and except for the cuts I had to make on his leg, he's much recovered. He's even stopped bleeding around the stitches I made."

"Then someone untie me," Travis demanded.

"Tomorrow. I want another day of the oil on that leg." The doctor packed up his supplies and left the room as if he didn't hear Travis yelling.

The rest of the day drifted by in hell. Everyone dropped by to check on him and to ask how he felt. No one untied him. He spent an hour trying to reach the knots himself, but with no luck. Finally he downed the bitter tea Sage insisted he drink, then slept the rest of the day away.

When he awoke, the room was dark with only the light of the fire from the sitting room slicing across his bed. Travis remained still for a while, letting his mind clear. He felt no pain.

He tried to move.

He was still tied, but the bandage around his leg was no longer slippery with oil.

The clock chimed eleven times and he heard someone in the shadows move.

"Who is it?" he said calmly.

"It's me," Rainey whispered. "I just wanted to check on you one last time before I turned in. The doc said he planned to check your bandages at midnight."

"Where is everyone else?" Travis didn't move. He just waited for her to come closer.

"They're all asleep. I checked on you twice today, and both times you were out from the medicine doc put in your tea."

"I thought it tasted funny," he mumbled, silently swearing he'd never drink a drop of tea again. "I'm thirsty now. Got anything but tea?"

"I'll be right back."

He almost yelled for her to stop. He didn't want her to go, but in truth he felt like he hadn't had a drink in days.

Rainey was back in minutes with a large glass of milk, a plate of cheese, and bread. "Mrs. Bailey had this left out for you. I heard her tell Mike that if you woke before morning, he was to feed it to you."

Travis listened. He could hear Mike snoring in the other room. "Great nurse you all left me with."

Rainey sat the tray between them and cut him bread and cheese while he drank the milk and ate all she handed him. They didn't talk. Neither seemed to want to take the risk of waking others.

When he finished the food, she removed the tray and reached for the napkin she'd spread across his bare chest. His fingers closed gently around her arm and pulled her forward.

She made no protest as he opened the covers and drew her down next to him. When she was cuddled close, he whispered near her ear. "I've wanted you against me all day. Stay with me, if only for a while."

Her body shook slightly.

"It's all right, Rainey. I'm not going to hurt you. I'm never going to hurt you." Travis pulled at the bindings that kept him in place. The need to touch her was stronger than any hunger he'd ever known. Without a word, he threaded his fingers into her hair.

Rainey lay beside him, not moving as his hand traveled down her throat and began unbuttoning her gown.

There seemed so much he had to say to her. He wanted her to know how he'd felt when he'd thought she might be in danger. How his heart had almost shattered when he'd learned she'd been kidnapped. How he'd been drunk with relief when he'd found her.

But he didn't say anything. He just unbuttoned her gown.

When the cotton lay open past her waist, he slid his hand inside and felt the flat plain of her stomach. Then, slowly so his touch had time to take in the feel of her, he moved up, passing over her breasts with great tenderness.

He stared down at her face. Her eyes were closed, but he could see the slight smile on her lips.

Moving down her body once more, he learned the curves of her. His hands seemed rough against her soft skin, but she didn't complain.

When he passed her waist, he let his fingers go lower until she shifted slightly and moaned softly. Only then, with his hand resting over her most private part, did he lean closer and cover her mouth with his.

The kiss was soft and intimate. He pressed the palm of his hand against her and felt her body respond in surprise. There was no need for words now. He knew she wanted his touch. Their kisses grew long and warm with need as she began to shift slightly as his hands caressed her.

The clock began to chime the midnight hour. A door opened somewhere in the main house. Travis raised his head to listen, but before he could speak, she was gone. Sliding from the bed and into the shadows of the room before he could stop her.