Page 49 of A Cowboy Of Her Own

“I’m fine. It’s just… well, I have to say something, and I don’t know how you’re going to take it.”

“Just tell me, Roark.”

Taking her hands in his, he kissed each one then looked into her eyes.

“I don’t want you to leave here. Me. I don’t want you to leave me.”

“What?”

“Priscilla, I’m in love with you––” He grunted insurprise when she jumped into his arms.

“I love you too,” she whispered into his ear then pulled back and he stared into her eyes.

“You do?”

“Oh, yes. I knew I was in trouble the first time I set eyes on you but after being with you, I also knew I could never be with any other man.”

“Damn right about that, darlin’.” Roark laughed then sobered. “How are we going to do this?”

“I’ll quit my job and live here with you… if you want me to, that is.”

“If I want you to? I hoped that you’d say that but if you want to live in California, I’ll try—for you.”

She hugged him. “No. You don’t have to try. I want to move here. I love it here.”

“We have mighty harsh winters, sweetheart. We could be stranded inside for days.”

“Oh my, whatever would we do? Sounds wonderful to me.”

Roark grinned and lowered his lips to hers. When she moaned, he deepened the kiss then lifted his lips from hers.

“Come on,” he said, taking her hand in his, he pulled her to his bedroom.

Once in the room, he picked her up and laid her in the center of the bed. He stood there looking down at her then she raised her arms to him. He smiled and lay down beside her and took her lips in a deep kiss.

“Roark,” she whispered against his lips and it was the sexiest thing he’d ever heard.

“We’re going to make love this time,” he said brushing her hair back from her cheek.

“Yes.”

“Then we can fuck,” he said with a grin makingPriscilla laugh. She wrapped her arms around his neck.

“I’m game.”

“You’re too easy.”

“Only with you, cowboy… only with you.”

“You don’t like cowboys, remember?”

“You’re right…” He frowned at her words. “Not until I got a cowboy of my own.”

Roark chuckled and lowered his head to press his lips to hers. He truly loved this woman.

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The ride to Butte seemed overly long, and the silence only made it longer. Priscilla’s stomach was in knots. She was scared to death to see him ride another bull. She understood it was his passion, but could she live with it? Could she watch him ride at every event?

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