Cowboy Defender

She looked at him in surprise. “Oh, okay.” She led him up the stairs and into the first bedroom on the right. It was an explosion of pink...pink bedspread, pink curtains and a fuzzy pink throw rug on the floor.

“It’s a great room for a little girl,” he said. He walked over to the closet and opened it. “And good closet space.” He turned back to face Miranda.

She stared at him and he was dismayed to see fear darkening her eyes once again. “You aren’t just interested in seeing my decorating style or the layout of the house.”

He released a small sigh. He’d hoped to be smooth enough that she wouldn’t know what he was doing, but he’d obviously failed. “You’re right. I want to make sure nobody is here who shouldn’t be here.”

“Thank you,” she said in a small voice.

Fifteen minutes later they were seated at the kitchen table with cups of coffee. He had checked every single room in the house and all the closets. He had also been pleased to see that her doors had both good locks and dead bolts. All the windows on the lower level were also equipped with solid new locks.

“You sure know how to give a man an exciting first date,” he said.

“It wasn’t a date,” she protested.

“Oh, that’s right. You don’t date. Why not?” A woman like her should love and be loved. She was not only beautiful, she was also bright and had a musical laugh that would make the birds sing in the trees.

“The main reason is that I’m not looking for a relationship. I’m not interested in marrying again so there’s really no point in dating.” She took a sip of her coffee and eyed him as she set down the cup. “So, why do you date so much? You must know that your nickname around town is Romeo Madison.”

He winced. “I can’t figure out this dating thing. If I’m Romeo then all I’m doing is looking for my Juliet. How else do you find that special someone if you don’t date?”

“According to rumor, you’ve definitely been cutting a wide swath through the female population,” she said dryly.

“It’s not like I’m sleeping with every woman in town,” he protested. “It’s just that I go out with a woman a couple of times and realize she’s not the forever one for me, so I stop seeing her.”

“Well, I hope you find that special someone,” she replied.

“I’m working on it.” He certainly wasn’t going to tell her that he was working on it right now and trying to figure out how he could get a second date with her.

“It’s getting late,” she said after a long moment of awkward silence. “And to be honest, I’m completely exhausted.”

It was an obvious dismissal. He drained his coffee cup and stood. “Walk me to the front door?”

She nodded and also got up from the table. Together they walked to the door and once there he turned to face her. “Try not to worry about what happened tonight. I can’t help but believe it was a random attack and had nothing to do with you personally.”

“I desperately want that to be true.”

She looked so small and so achingly vulnerable. Knowing he risked a major rebuff, he followed through on his desire and pulled her into his arms.

She stiffened, and then relaxed against him. She fit as if she belonged in his arms. She was warm and he could feel the thrust of her breasts against his chest.

His sole reason for embracing her was to comfort her, but as he continued to hold her for several long moments a wave of desire swept through him.

She sighed and raised her face to look at him. Her lips parted slightly and he took advantage of the moment and covered them with his own.

So soft and so wonderfully warm, her lips stirred him and heightened the desire that had been sizzling through him all evening long. He touched the tip of her tongue with his and that’s when she halted the kiss.