Diana Palmer Long Tall Texans 25 Lionhearted

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floor mats.
His shirt had obvious finger marks and lipstick stains on it.
He just stared at her for a long moment while the other vehicle came to a stop beside his truck. He
couldn't see anything. All the windows were thickly fogged. Absently, he dug in the side pocket of the
door for the red rag he always carried. He wiped the fog from the driver's window and scowled as he
saw his brother Cag sitting in another ranch truck, with Tess beside him. They were trying not to stare
and failing miserably!
Chapter Eight
Belatedly, Leo rolled the window down and glared at his brother and sister-in-law. "Well?" he asked
belligerently,
"We just wondered if you were all right," Cag said clearing his throat and trying very hard not to look
at Janie,
"The truck was sitting out here in the middle of nowhere, but we didn't see anybody inside."
"That's right," Tess said at once. "We didn't see anybody. At all. Or anything."
"Not anything." Cag nodded vigorously.
"I was showing Janie a photo of the Clark man," Leo said curtly. He pulled it out of his pocket. It was
crumpled and slightly torn. He glared at it, trying to straighten it "See?"
Cag cleared his throat and averted his eyes. "You, uh, should have taken it out of your pocket before
you showed it to her... I'm going!"
Cag powered his window up with a knowing grin and gunned the engine, taking off in a spray of mud.
Leo let his own window back up with flattened lips.
Janie was turned away from him, her shoulders shaking, Odd little noises that she was trying to
smother kept slipping out. She was about to burst trying not to laugh.
He leaned back against the seat and threw the clipping at her.
"It's not my fault," she protested. "I was sitting here minding my own business when you got
amorous."
He pursed his swollen lips and gave her a look that would have melted butter. "Amorous. That's a
good word for it."
She was coming down from the heights and feeling self-conscious. She picked up the clipping and
handed it back to him, belatedly noticing his white Stetson at her feet. She picked it up, too, and
grimaced. "Your poor hat."
He took it from her and tossed it into the small back seat of the double cab. "It will clean," he said
impatiently.
She folded her hands in her lap, toying with the streaked raincoat that she'd propped over her legs.
"Marilee caused a lot of trouble between us," he said after a minute, surprising her into meeting his
somber gaze. "I'm sorry about that."
"You mean I don't really make you sick?" she asked in a thin voice.
He winced. "I was furious about what I thought you'd done," he confessed. "It was a lie, Janie, like all
the other terrible things I said. I'm sorry for every one of them, if it does any good."
She toyed with a button on her raincoat and stared out the window at the rain. It did help, but she
couldn't stop wondering if he hadn't meant it. Maybe guilt brought the apology out of him, rather than
any real remorse. She knew he didn't like hurting people.
A long sigh came from the other side of the pickup. "I'll drive you back home," he said after a minute,
and put the truck in gear. "Fasten your seat belt, honey."
The endearment made her feel warm all over, but she didn't let it show. She didn't really trust Leo
Hart.
He turned back onto the main road. "Fred and going to mob you with company at Shea's," he said
conversationally. "Between us, we know most of the ranchers around Jacobsville. You can ask Harley
to keep dropping in from time to time, and Fred and I will talk to the others."
She gave him a quick glance. "Harley's jaw was really bruised."
His eyes darkened. "He had no business interfering. You don't belong to damned Harley!"
She didn't know what to say. That sounded very much like jealousy. It couldn't be, of course.
His dark eyes glanced off hers. "Do you sit around in parked trucks with him and let him take your
blouse off?"
he asked suddenly, furiously.
"I do not!" she exploded.
He calmed down at once. He shifted in the seat, still uncomfortable from the keen hunger she'd
kindled in his powerful body. "Okay."
Her long fingers clenched on the fabric of the coat. "You have no right to be jealous of me!" she
accused angrily.
' 'After what we just did?' he asked pleasantly. In your dreams, Janie."
"I don't belong to you, either," she persisted.
"You almost did," he replied, chuckling softly. "You have no idea what a close call that was. Cag and
Tess saved you."
"Excuse me?"
He gave her a rueful glance. "Janie, I had your jeans half off, or have you forgotten already?"
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