“Meg,” he cried as the pleasure he’d felt in her arms imprinted onto his soul. He’d never experienced anything like this before. He’d never felt so whole, so complete, and so loved in all of his years. Yet, there were secrets between them that could tear them apart.
In the glow of the lantern, they lay together, their breathing harsh, their naked skin warm against one another’s. Meg didn’t say anything, and he rolled them over onto their sides and pulled her up against him, not wanting her far from him.
What had just happened to him? Never before had sex been so gratifying, so emotional it left him stunned. What had Meg done to him to make him think of more than just one night together?
He kissed the back of her neck, his lips touching her heated skin. “Thank you,” he said.
“For what?” she asked, perplexed.
“For letting me be your first,” he replied, his voice husky. He’d never been someone’s first. He’d never had a woman trust him with her virginity.
“It was pretty darn special,” she said quietly and yawned.
The air cooled their bodies, and he felt her shudder. He pulled the covers up over them, not ready to leave her side. Wanting to see to her comfort.
“Are you staying?” she asked.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he replied and pulled her tightly in his arms. “Give me a little time, and we’re going to do this again.”
“For a man, you’re not too bad,” she said sleepily.
He laughed and rubbed his mouth against her ear. “Oh, honey, you have no idea. This was our first time. The next time it’ll be even better.”
All he needed was a few minutes, and he’d be ready to go again. Just a few minutes to enjoy the feel of her sweet womanly body snuggled against his. He’d never dreamed it could be this good between them.
She yawned. “I can hardly wait. Just let me rest for a moment or two, and I’ll be good.”
He leaned in and kissed her shoulder, his lips leaving a wet trail all the way to her ear.
She shivered. “Cowboy, if you don’t stop, I’m going to make you regret that.”
Her words challenged him and made him move his lips down her shoulder as far as he could reach. He wanted to flip her over on her back and kiss her luscious breasts. “How? Nothing can make me regret kissing you.”
She laughed. “I’m going to reach down and yank on your tallywhacker.”
“Yank away, honey. Yank away,” he said, his voice gruff, his member already starting to swell again. God, this woman, could stir him like no other.
In the morning, he would tell her everything. They would have an honest discussion that would hopefully not destroy what they’d created tonight. He sighed and wished he’d told her sooner, before she’d branded herself all over his heart.
Meg awoke in the hours just before dawn. They’d made love several more times, and each time had been better than the first. And the first had been pretty darn good. She knew this was how babies were made, but she hoped and prayed they hadn’t created a child. She wasn’t ready for a little one. She wasn’t even certain of her relationship with Zach. All she knew was they’d had so much fun yesterday afternoon and then again last night. There was something about him she craved. She couldn’t seem to get enough of this lawman.
Zach was a special man. They had a good time together. He made her laugh. She liked his spirit, and she loved the way he looked at her like she was the only woman who existed and there was no one else for him. Yet, there were still unresolved issues between them. Issues she needed answers to. Like Simon. What was Zach’s connection to Simon?
She slipped from the bed, needing to find the slop jar and clean up a bit before she woke Zach and sent him back to his room to dress.
Last night had been the best night of her life. She loved the way he’d made her feel, the touch of his skin against hers, the way his smile seemed to trigger the rapid beat of her heart. It would be so easy to allow herself to give her love to Zach, yet her gut was warning her something wasn’t right. And one of the first things Meg had learned when she started bounty hunting was always to listen to those gut instincts. They could keep you alive.
As she took a sponge bath, she couldn’t help but think about Simon. They were going after him today. Hopefully, they’d find him. Soon, he would be in their custody, and then this life would be behind her. She would be free of the note from the bank and able to open her own dress shop.
Then she could think of Zach, and they could talk about where they would go from here. Would they have a relationship or just a simple roll in a hotel bed? But first, before anything could be decided, she needed to find Simon.
She glanced at the dress Zach had bought for her and smiled. The silkiness of the material against her skin had made her feel like she was the richest woman in Dyersville. The way Zach had escorted her through town had made her feel like a lady, like a woman with a man. Her man.
Part of her longed to put that dress back on and be like any other woman in town, but she knew now was not the time. Hurriedly, she pulled on her bounty hunting clothes. She loathed putting on the man's pants and shirt. Someday soon, she would burn every single stitch of men’s clothes she owned. Soon, she would develop into the woman she dreamed of becoming.
A smile graced her lips when she saw his pants lying in the floor where he’d kicked them off last night. He was as bad as her sisters, leaving his clothes tossed about. She reached down and picked them up.
A piece of paper floated to the floor. She knelt, her fingers snatching it from the ground and went to stuff it back into his pants, when she remembered the note left on his door.
She glanced at the paper, and her heart shattered as if a dozen bullet holes filled her fragile organ. The words sent a ripple effect over her that spun around crazy in her head as she realized the impact.
That son-of-a-bitch!
Immediately, she went to her saddlebags and found what she needed. She pulled out the lengths and walked over to the bed.
Zach lay curled on his side, his hand outstretched. Quickly and efficiently, she spun the roll of rope out. First, she wrapped the rope around his outstretched wrist, and then she tied the cord around the post of the iron bed. Then she worked on his second hand. She was tying his ankle down when he awoke.
He tugged at his arm. “Hey, what are you doing? Meg?”
“You know, cowboy, last night was pretty darn special. So special I was entertaining fancy ideas of marriage and kids and the two of us and all the things girls dream about. Things a woman like me has no business coveting.”
“What happened?” he said, rapidly blinking the sleep from his dazed eyes.
“Your note,” she said, grabbing his leg and spinning the rope around and tying it to the bedpost. Now he was laid out on the bed, trussed up, his tallywhacker standing at full attention.
Meg felt the tears spring to life behind her eyes, ripping her heart to shreds. He’d used her. He’d taken advantage of her, and now she knew the truth. But she refused to cry.
“I didn’t read the damn note. What did it say?” he asked.
She yanked it out of her pocket. “It says, ‘Zach, Frank and your brother Simon were last seen leaving Dyersville on the road to your Momma’s late this afternoon.’”
Zach groaned and shook his head. “Let me explain. I was going to tell you this morning.”
“What’s to explain, cowboy? Simon is your brother. Blood’s thicker than water, and you would never have let me catch him. You’ve kept his identity secret, hoping I would lead you to him.”
How could there ever be anything between them if she turned in his brother? How could he forgive her? Yet, how could she let this bounty go and risk everything she’d worked so hard for in the last year? The bank note would not be resolved; her dress shop would be in jeopardy; and her sisters…they would have to continue being bounty hunters.
She had to get Simon. She had no choice.
“That’s not true. I made a promi
se to my mother that I would make certain he’s guilty before I turn him in. That’s why I wanted to find Mrs. Lowell. I just need to keep my promise to my mother. If he’s guilty, you’ll get the bounty.”
“No, Zach. I don’t believe you.” She shoved her hat on her head.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m going after Simon. I have to find him before you do.”
Last night had been something she’d never dreamed of experiencing. Last night he’d made her into a woman. And now this morning, she was back to square one. Back to needing to catch this bounty, to catch the most wanted criminal. His brother.
“Damn it, Meg. Don’t leave me tied up like this for the maid to find. Let me go with you, and we’ll find him together. The bounty is yours if he’s guilty.”
She shook her head, not believing a word of what he said.
“Thanks, cowboy, but I’m not taking any chances. Hang out here while I go find your brother,” she said. “In fact, on second thought, I better stuff that ornery mouth of yours. It can be rather noisy.” She walked over, shoved the tail of his long johns in his mouth, picked up her saddle, and walked out the door, shutting it firmly behind her.
“Mrrrrrr,” he screamed through the cloth.
Meg leaned against the wood, her heart shattered like a glass window. He’d lied. He’d never told her the truth. How could he turn in his own brother? No wonder Simon had escaped once. And now she would be the one to bring him to justice. Zach would never forgive her for handing over his brother.
The maid walked down the hall and glanced at her. “Is everything all right?”
She shook her head. “He’s not feeling well. He’s pretty sick with an upset stomach and diarrhea. I wouldn’t recommend going in there for a while.”
The maid’s eyes grew wide. “I’m so sorry. Does he need a doctor?”
“No. It’s best if we just leave him alone for a while. Let the worst of this pass.”
Sharp shooting pains gripped her middle at the thought of what she’d done to Zach, especially after the best night of her life. How could he ever forgive her a second time?
“I’ll tell the other girls not to disturb him,” the maid advised.
“Thank you, that’s so sweet of you,” Meg said. She picked up her saddle and walked down the hall. There was a hole the size of Texas in her heart. Once again, she’d gone off and left Zach tied up and naked because for the second time, he’d disappointed her.
Only this time she’d left him after having the best night of sex a girl could ever dream about…even a virgin. She’d never imagined how she’d feel after spending the night in his arms. She’d never imagined the pain of leaving him once again.
How could Simon Trudeau be his brother? She wiped a tear away and went to find her horse. Zach’s mother lived somewhere close by, and Meg knew just the person who could tell her where.
Chapter 9
Meg held her head up high and walked through the small town. Her heart was bleeding from the pain of Zach’s betrayal, and tears threatened to fall from behind the carefully constructed dam that barricaded her emotions.
He hadn’t really lied, but he’d failed to tell her that Simon, the man she was hunting, was his brother.
Last night had been beautiful, more than she’d ever dreamed possible, but this morning the sun had risen to shine a light on his deceit. How had he kept this a secret for so long? Why hadn’t she realized the reasons for Zach’s elusive behavior regarding Simon?
She’d been so stupid not to think Simon could be one of his brothers. She hated feeling dim-witted. She hated being misled. And now Zach’s deception felt like he’d gutted her and left her on the side of the road to die.
Walking into the barn, carrying her saddle, she noticed his horse alongside her mare. Damn, even their horses had bonded. Well, maybe that was a good thing.
“Can I help you?” Nick Hargrove said, gazing at her with interest. “Say, aren’t you the woman Zach was with last night?”
“Yes, I’m Meg McKenzie. We met at the diner.”
“Sorry, I didn’t recognize you this morning.”
She wanted to roll her eyes, but refrained. No, she wasn’t dressed in her finery, but she was still the same woman. She still had the same auburn hair and the same green eyes. How difficult could it be to recognize her? “Not a problem. I’m a little overdressed today.”
He grinned. “How can I help you?”
“I need to pick up my and Zach’s horses. I’m taking his horse to his mother’s, while he stays here for a couple of days.” She leaned in and whispered conspiratorially, “He had too much to drink last night and forgot to tell me where his mother lives. Can you give me that information? I know she lives close by.”
If the man were as smitten as she hoped, he wouldn’t question why Zach had forgotten to give her the necessary information. She tried to blink her eyes at him the way she’d seen Ruby smile and bat her eyes at men in the past. It just felt awkward and silly.
The man smiled at her. “Let me get those horses for you.” He disappeared into the corral and returned with her horse and Zach’s. “I’ll give you directions. She’s a nice woman and doesn’t deserve the heartache her son, Simon, has given her.”
Laughter bubbled up in her chest. Not only had her flirting worked, but Meg suddenly understood Zach’s nervousness from the night before when Nick had stopped by their table. He’d been worried when Nick motioned his mother that Nick was going to say something about Simon. Another realization of how Zach had deceived her.
Fire burned her stomach like she’d eaten way too many hot peppers. Zach had played her for a fool. She wouldn’t forget how he’d sweet-talked and made her feel like a lady, for her only to learn he’d forgotten one very important piece of information.
“Do you plan on being out there long or are you coming back to town?” Nick asked.
“Depends,” she said. “It could be a quick visit or it could take a while.”
If Simon were there, she’d be back in town later this evening. But if he were gone, she’d be on the hunt once again.
“If you come back into town, maybe we could have dinner. That is if there’s nothing between you and Zach.”
Meg smiled. Whatever had been between her and Zach had sizzled out like fire in the rain. Once again, she was a woman alone. Six months ago she would have been delighted to have dinner with this nice young man, but now, her heart was shattered, and she didn’t want anything to do with the male gender. Even the idea made her insides cringe with revulsion.
There was a soreness between her legs that reminded her of the treachery of dealing with the male species. She wanted nothing to do with this man or any other one.
“Thanks, but I don’t know when I’ll be back this direction,” she said, thinking even if she came back, she’d never be interested.
No matter what, Zach had left an impression on her heart and then he’d broken it.
Nick grinned at her like he was the best thing this side of the Rio Grande. “Well, if you come back through, look me up.”
“Thanks, I’ve gotta go. I’d like to be there before nightfall.”
“Oh, it will only take you about two hours.”
“Thanks, that’s good to know,” she said, picking up her saddle.
When she stepped outside, she quickly saddled her horse then attached the reins from Zach’s horse to her saddle horn.
Zach wasn’t going anywhere until he found himself another ride. A twinge of regret filled her conscience, but he’d deliberately withheld information about Simon. There had been numerous times he could have told her about his brother, and he’d chosen to keep Simon’s identity a secret.
Play with fire and eventually you’re going to get burned. She’d just burned Zach. He would be hoofing it for a while.
This way she would have a head start on capturing his brother.
Meg stared at the two-story rambling home where Zach had grown up. The place looked homey and in
viting, with wide porches where a family could gather in the evenings. It appeared spacious and roomy compared to her small farm. The house had a coat of white paint with a rose bush blooming in front and several rocking chairs gracing the porch.
For the last hour, she’d stared at the house, waiting to see if anyone moved about the place, but so far no one had come through the door. No sign of Simon or Frank, and she wondered if anyone was at home. Finally, she gave up and rode into the courtyard area.
She looped the reins around the hitching post in front of the house and tied Zach’s horse, knowing she would leave it behind for him to find. Climbing the stairs, trepidation galloped through her bloodstream like a racehorse as she knocked on the door. Could Simon be here?
The door opened. A small woman wearing a prairie dress, her gray hair pulled into a bun, greeted her. “Yes?”
“I’m looking for Mrs. Gillepsie. Is she home?”
“I’m Patricia Gillespie Trudeau,” the woman said, frowning at her. “That’s my son Zach’s horse. What’s happened to him?”
Now it was starting to come together. Zach’s mother had remarried.
“Zach’s fine. I expect him to catch up to me any time now.”
“What did you do to him?” she asked.
Oh, his mother really didn’t want to know Meg had left him butt naked and tied to the bed in a hotel room. This whole day had been one exercise after another in frustration. “Nothing. You should be asking what he’s done to me.”
The woman frowned. “Zach’s a good son. I don’t have to worry about him. Why do you have his horse?”
“I’m leaving it here for him. I’d like to talk to you about your son Simon.”
The woman sighed, her look no longer friendly at all. “Who are you?”
Meg thought for a second about lying to her, but then decided no, she wanted no part of deceit. “I’m a bounty hunter looking for Simon.”
“He’s not here. Why should I help you?”
“Why should I leave Zach’s horse?”
“Because you don’t want to be a horse thief.”
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