Page 22 of The Honorable Texan
“You live alone,” she said.“It’s natural that they’d resent strangers.”
He bent down and drew her gently to her feet.“You’re no stranger,” he said huskily as his eyes searched hers.“I don’t think you ever were.”
She felt such elation that she could hardly get her breath.Just weeks ago they’d been mortal enemies.Then, suddenly, they were almost intimate.It was a shock.It was…wonderful.
“Your eyes can’t hide anything,” he murmured, bending toward her.
She glanced worriedly at her ankles, and he laughed.
He picked her up again, shifting her in his arms.“Feel safer?”he murmured, staring at her mouth.
“Much,” she agreed, and her arms tightened boldly around his neck.
With a long sigh, he bent his head and kissed her, very tenderly.His teeth nibbled at her lower lip until her mouth opened.He took immediate advantage of the opportunity, and she felt her whole body go hot as he dragged her closer, so that her full breasts rubbed against his muscular chest.
He groaned, and the kiss grew hotter, longer, more passionate.His arms contracted hungrily.
She gave him back the kiss with more enthusiasm than expertise, but he didn’t seem to mind.She sighedunder the hard crush of his mouth and sank into dreams.It was sweeter than she’d ever dared hope it might be.
She felt as if her whole body was shattering with pleasure.
Blake’s head lifted.He turned it, listening.That hadn’t been her imagination.Something really had shattered.“Yow!”he growled.
He put Violet down and rushed back down the hall ahead of her.He made it into the dining room just in time to see Yow feasting on Violet’s piece of cake, on the floor, in the ruins of the saucer it had been placed in.
“Yow!”he bit off.
The cat jumped back and hissed at Violet.For good measure she hissed at Blake, too, and ran quickly out of the room.
Mee, seeing an opening, rubbed against Blake’s legs while she eyed the cake on the floor.
Blake picked up the saucer pieces.While he was putting them into the trash, Mee grabbed up a piece of cake and trotted into the kitchen with it.
“That cat,” he was muttering.
Violet was chuckling, happier than she’d been in years, despite the cat’s antagonism.It was a rare look at Blake’s private life, at the man he was when he wasn’t working.She liked what she saw.His affection for the cats was obvious, even through his frustration with Yow.
“They’re very different, aren’t they?”she asked while he took the lion’s share of the cake away from a frustrated Mee and put it in the trash, too.
“They’re maddening from time to time,” he admitted.“But I suppose they’d taste terrible, even if I dohave infrequent visions of serving them up in a casserole.”
“You wouldn’t dare!”she exclaimed, laughing.
He shrugged.“Well, not sober,” he confessed.
She grinned at him, her whole face radiant with the sudden, new relationship that was building between them.
She looked so pretty that Blake stopped what he was doing and just stared at her.Why hadn’t he realized how pretty she was?he wondered.
Violet saw the look and was mesmerized by it.She stood staring back at him, while time stood still around them.
CHAPTER FIVE
Violet folded herhands in front of her, self-consciously.“I really like your house,” she said, for something to break the silence.
He smiled.“I’m glad.”
“I like the cats, too.In spite of everything,” she added.“It’s only a scratch.”
