They had finished reviewing the video they'd shot and were checking their still shots against it one more time when Kris called a halt for the night."I think we've got everything burned into our brains," she told her team. "We'll go out again tomorrow. This time, two of you will be on horseback. Lane, you'll ride in the chopper with your sophisticated laptop. We'll drop some sensors and see what kind of reading you get, checking out the area from the ground at the same time."Everyone nodded and made noises of agreement.Kris pulled a hoodie from her duffel, zipped the bag up again, and tossed it up on her bunk.Lane was at the table where he was back to working at his laptop. "Going somewhere?" he asked when she moved past him."Out for some air." She shrugged into the hoodie and tugged up the zipper. "Need to stretch my legs a little.""Okay. I should have the map set up in here by the time you get back. In the morning, we can discuss where we're going to place the sensors fir
She swallowed. "I…didn't expect the client to be you. If you recall, we never exchanged introductions that night we spent together, so when Grey gave me the assignment the name meant nothing.""And I didn't expect my hot-shot chopper pilot and team leader to be the woman who burned up the sheets with me a year ago.""I-I didn't think we'd ever see each other again," she stammered."Neither did I. Especially since you ditched me before I even opened my eyes the next morning."She lowered her gaze for a moment. "I was frightened by the intensity of what we had. I still am, to tell the truth. And I was at a major crossroads in my life. Not more than a couple of weeks out of the service. Starting a new job. I didn't want anything to distract me."He nipped her chin. "Is that what I was? A distraction?"She caught her lower lip between her teeth. "I was afraid you were going to be a lot more.""I thought you were my bad luck charm." He gave a humorless laugh. "Right after that, we st
Mason entered the house, but the combination of irritation and sexual frustration was eroding his personal discipline."Something got your shorts in a bunch?"Martina DeRosa, his housekeeper, was setting up the big coffee pot in the kitchen. She raised one eyebrow."Sorry. It flew out of my hands.""Uh-huh." She gave him one of her up and down looks. "The expression on your face says different. Don't tell me it's that female out there.""I'm not telling you a thing. Anyway, she's got nothing to do with anything. She's here to do a job. Period."Martina snorted. "Fine. Whatever you say. But you've got the same expression on your face you had when you came back from Dallas a year ago. And you had it all through dinner. You better hope I'm the only one who noticed you've got a stick up your butt.""Don't you know mouthy housekeepers get fired?" he snapped."You'd be lost without me, and you damn well know it. Mason, it's about time you found yourself a woman and settled down, and
Mason finished the last bite of toast and ran his gaze over Kris. She was dressed again in a The Omega Team T-shirt and worn jeans, her hair pulled back in a ponytail. Only the ball cap from yesterday was missing. Did she remember what happened last night? The electricity that shocked the air around them? The heat that scorched them with that kiss was so erotic, he was hard for hours afterwards. He was stunned at the intense attraction between them, stronger than he'd ever felt for another woman, even his so-called almost-fiancée.He shifted in his chair, adjusting his jeans, and cleared his throat. "So what's the plan for today?"She took a last swallow of her coffee. "Are you good to go up in the chopper with me again today?"Mason finished his own coffee and set down his mug. "Another flyover? What are you going over today? I thought we saw pretty much everything yesterday.""I want to get a better feel for the area, plus follow the Rio Grande for a ways and see what other land
Before lunch, she approached Stick with a request."All right if I borrow one of the horses to ride? I know what I'm doing," she added quickly when she saw the look of skepticism on his face. "I can ride as well as my men, I promise you." And she desperately needed something mindless to clear out her brain. Something to relieve the tension gripping her body that was as much Mason as the job.He shrugged. "All right with me, if the boss signs off on it."She tried to catch Mason alone, but as soon as they finished eating, he retreated to his den and closed the door. A sure sign he didn't want company. Restless, she wandered out into the yard, seeking an alternative to being shut up in the bunkhouse with her team.The hands were hard at it, moving the calves they'd separated from their mothers into larger of the two corrals. According to Mason, tomorrow they'd begin the branding process. Enjoying the pastoral scene, she leaned her arms on the top rail of the corral to watch the scene
The ride across the rolling pastureland was exhilarating and refreshing. They began at an easy lope, embraced by the sunlight's warmth. The wind felt so good against her skin, the feel of the horse beneath her bringing back so many memories. For a moment, as she and the animal streaked across the landscape, she forgot Afghanistan, forgot broken relationships, forgot everything except this moment and the incredible freedom sweeping through her.Then, ahead of her, Mason slowed down and pulled his mount to a walk. She rode up alongside him."Why are we stopping?"He pointed off to the left to a dense stand of ancient oak trees. "Thought we'd take a minute to enjoy nature. That's a pretty sight, and there's a creek where we can water the horses."Dismount? Out here in the middle of nowhere? With him? Was he nuts? Was she?Kris figured she definitely was because she nodded and urged Sassy to follow him to the spot he'd indicated. It really was beautiful. A narrow creek cut through the
Mason's cock was hard as a spike, and he was so aroused he was afraid it would break through his jeans and his balls would explode. He had entertained the false hope that once he got his hands on Kris Gauthier again, it would satisfy the intense craving he'd been harboring for a year and that would be that, But the gods were having a huge laugh at his expense. Not only was his craving not appeased, it had ramped up to an unbelievable level.She tasted as sweet as she had all those months ago, her scent as intoxicating. Maybe more. He was stunned by the thought he might never get enough of this woman, and then where would he be? This couldn't go anywhere except where it was right this moment. The disastrous destruction of his engagement had left him bitter about relationships. So what if he grew old alone. It was better than opening himself up to pain again.Deliberately, he closed his mind to that train of thought. He had the hottest woman he'd ever met naked before him. He didn't pl
Everyone was already digging into breakfast when Kris made it into the ranch house the next morning. She'd hoped by this time Mason would have eaten and gone to do whatever it was he normally did during the day.Yesterday, as soon as she'd cooled her horse down and put her tack away, she'd disappeared into the bunkhouse. Last night, she'd had Lane ask Martina to fix a plate he could bring down to the bunkhouse for her. Her excuse was she wanted to spend more time studying the maps and going over some reports.Avoiding Mason was more like it.It was painfully obvious to her their sexual chemistry was so strong that just being with him zinged her brain waves. Having him fly in the copilot's seat with her had been a big mistake, but she was torn between keeping miles of distance between them and treating him as she would any other client.Why hadn't she been smart and called Grey when she'd discovered who they were working for. She could have asked for reassignment?Because you don't