Do you like it?” he asked. She smiled. “Yes. Thank you. He’s beautiful. I’m, uh, sorry about the lapful of crab bisque,” she said belatedly and with a helpless chuckle. “As you saw in the bedroom,” he said with a wicked glance, “it didn’t do any lasting damage to the area it flooded.” She flushed and he laughed. “I suppose I’m leaving,” he murmured dryly. “Come here and kiss me goodbye and I’ll go, if I must.” She stepped on the running board and let him kiss her, savoring the wealth of black hair in her hands and the slow, sweet hunger of his mouth. “Why did you take your hair down?” she asked breathlessly when his head lifted. “You don’t know? Ask my mother.” He pursed his lips. “Or better yet, ask Colby. He knew the minute he saw me why I’d done it.” His eyes began to darken. “If he touches you, I’ll cost him more than a few stitches next time. You belong to me now.” He started the vehicle and she moved back. He waved one last time as he drove away before she could give him a speech about people not being possessions. She watched him go with vestiges of pleasure still rippling through her body. She wished she could go with him. He’d have time to think, and he’d convince himself that he’d taken advantage of her. Or maybe, she thought optimistically, he’d convince himself that he couldn’t live without her. After all, he had asked her to move in. She turned with a sigh, troubled. She didn’t want to live with him unless they were married. It might be a modern world, but Cecily wasn’t modern. And he wouldn’t marry her. She knew that for a fact. He wouldn’t marry her because there weren’t going to be any children; not any that he knew about, she amended. As she started up the porch she recalled abruptly what loosened hair meant. In the old days, just before going to war, some Plains warriors unbound their hair even as they added war paint patterns to their faces, their own special “medicine” to protect them from wounds in battle. She laughed softly to herself as she realized the significance of what Tate had done. Without a word, he’d told Colby that he was in for a fight.
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