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“Not a problem. And you didn’t need to put your bra on. I liked the view a whole lot better before you did.”
She started to say something scathing or pithy but realized he was just reassuring her she was safe.
“I don’t normally hang out half-naked with men, but thanks.”
“Hmm, I remember a time you stayed naked when it was just the two of us.”
Willa was trying to follow his lead and lighten the mood. What was it about some people that, even in the most inappropriate situations, you found them sexually alluring? Mac certainly filled that bill. Not only was he incredibly attractive, but her mind and body remembered all too well what it was like to be with him.
“I was going to talk with you later.” He stood up and grimaced.
“I think we probably better get you out into the open and either call for a medical airlift if you have a sat phone or head to someplace where we can transport you to a hospital. How’d you find us?”
No sooner had the words left her mouth than she heard a horse trotting through the tunnel. Willa reached down and brought his rifle up, ready to fire. She smiled, then laughed when she saw it was a riderless Roscoe. She whistled, and the big buckskin broke into a lope, heading straight to them.
“Hello, sweet boy,” she said, stroking his face and kissing him between the eyes when he reached her and lowered his head. “Did that bad guy think he could run you off? He doesn’t know you, does he?”
“How’d he know to come in here?”
“Probably saw you come in, followed, then heard us and smelled the other horses. He’s a good boy, aren’t you, Roscoe?”
Standing up was an effort. He came over to run his hand down Roscoe’s sleek neck.
“You weren’t going to leave me afoot out here in the desert. I owe you one, big guy. That’s a nifty trick to teach them.”
“It’s come in handy a time or two. Why don’t you sit down? Let Roscoe have a drink while I saddle Gator, then we’ll get you mounted and to someone who knows what they’re doing to take care of that wound.”
Mac watched her walk away, leading Roscoe. She’d always had a decidedly feminine way of moving—a long, smooth stride like that of a predatory big cat, but still something that said all woman. He remembered with great fondness the feel of those legs wrapped around him when he had her on her back.
He figured he must be going into shock. He should be more focused on his people apprehending Eastwick, having his shoulder seen to, then joining them, but all he could think of was how much he liked being around her again and what a great body she had.
He’d only been half teasing when he’d said he preferred her without a bra. He’d always liked that she was comfortable in her own skin, and it had taken very little encouragement on his part for her to spend the day completely naked with him. Her breasts were generous and firm, her areolas large and dark with very delectable nipples. She nipped in at the waist, and her jeans were not able to hide, especially from his current viewpoint, that her hips flowed from there, and she had a magnificent ass.
She saddled the big gray horse, put a halter on her packhorse, and tied its lead off to the saddle horn on Gator, then led them over to her tent and disappeared inside. When she came out, she was adjusting the waist of a pair of moss-green chaps. She caught Roscoe, who’d begun to munch on what little vegetation there was in the camp area and rejoined Mac.
“Do you need help mounting?” she asked in all sincerity.
No. You and I both know, I’m the one who does the mounting, and you’re the one who gets mounted… and often.Any second thoughts he might have had about resolving thingswith Willa evaporated as he watched her.It won’t be too long before that happens again.
What he said instead was far more appropriate. “I think I can manage it.”
Swinging up into the saddle, he watched as she walked behind Roscoe and replaced the rifle in the scabbard, then hopped up on her own horse. Mac could scarcely keep his eyes off her shapely rear end as she did so. They headed up the small hill into the tunnel. Once inside, she reined her horse to a stop, dismounted, and pulled the makeshift gate shut.
Mac arched an eyebrow. “And you are?”
“Asking you to pretend you didn’t see that.”
He laughed. “Go get ‘em, Cowgirl. Nice to see some things haven’t changed.”
She blushed, which he thought was completely charming. He’d probably lost more blood than either of them knew since he was having a great deal of trouble concentrating on anything other than all the things he remembered about Willa.
“Give a girl a break, Marshal. After all, I wasted good tequila on that shoulder.”
He laughed. “If that’s what the good stuff felt like, I don’t think I want anything to do with the bad.”
“Sorry about that. I didn’t think I had enough disinfectant in the first aid kit to cover such a big wound.”
“It’s fine, Willa. Part of me wishes you’d never had to go through that, and part of me is damn glad you were there. You handled yourself as well as any of the guys I work with.”
