Page 60 of Wyoming Cowboy Undercover

There were small log cabins and tents set up throughout the level grassy area. The front door of the cabin at the center of the camp opened. A man with long blond hair and regal features similar to her father’s, but with enough facial hair for a grizzly, made his way in their direction.

“Hey.” Rocco cupped her chin, turning her face toward him.

He brought his mouth to hers. She closed her eyes for a brief moment, enjoying the electric sensation that sizzled through her body the moment their lips touched. He really kissed her. Not a quick, appropriate peck merely for show. This was hot and wet, full of such passion and desire. All of which she wanted from him. He plunged deeper, and she sank into the kiss that was oh-so-sweet.

And over far too soon when he pulled away.

“Rocco.”

He brushed his thumb across her bottom lip. “The best lies are rooted in truth. Remember that.”

A knock at the window had her spinning in her seat. She looked at her uncle and gave a shaky smile.

Opening her door, Cormac noticed the empty IV bag hanging from the grab handle above her head.

She climbed out. Cool air sliced through her, making her shiver. “Hi, Uncle Mac.” Stepping forward, she shoved the door closed behind her.

“Well, aren’t you all grown-up,” he said, his face lighting up. He ran a tentative hand over her hair, taking her in as if dazed, like she wasn’t real. “Come here, nugget.” He opened his arms.

Mercy walked into the embrace, and he wrapped her in a bear hug, lifting her feet from the ground. She remembered this. His fondness. His hugs, warm and tight and nothing like her father’s.

Setting her down, he looked her over again. Then his gaze shifted. “And who is this big fella?”

“Rocco Sharp.” He proffered his hand. “Pleased to meet you.”

They shook.

“He’s my intended,” she said, the words heating her face.

“Is that so?” Cormac gave a slow, steady nod. “What brings you two all the way up here?”

“Can we speak inside?” She zipped up the sweater. “Get something warm to drink. Maybe a bite to eat.” Her appetite had returned with gusto. She had a fast metabolism and shouldn’t go too long without food.

“Right this way.” Her uncle roped an arm around her shoulder and led them to the cabin he’d come out of.

Inside, the furnishings were simple—most appeared handmade—and it was warm from the fire in the hearth. A savory smell permeated the area from a pot on the stove. The kitchen opened onto a small dining area and a modest living room.

“Hey, baby,” her uncle called.

A door opened. A woman with black hair streaked with silver fashioned into two long braids strode into the room.

“This is my niece Mercy and her fiancé, Rocco,” Mac said. “And this is my wife, Sue Ellen.”

“Welcome,” Sue Ellen said curtly without a smile. She was a thin woman, maybe a little older than Mac, with watery green eyes and a weathered face. “Can I get you something to drink or eat?”

“Yes, please.” Mercy set her bag on the floor. “Both if it’s not too much trouble.”

“Will cheese sandwiches and lentil stew do for you?” Sue Ellen asked.

Mercy nodded. “That’s perfect.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” Rocco said.

“Either of you have a cell phone on you?” Mac asked.

Rocco pulled out the phone he’d purchased at the service station.

Her uncle grabbed a gray pouch from a hook on the wall and opened it. Inside was shiny, metallic material. “Drop it in,” he said, and Rocco did.

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