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Allison Hathoway's life was about healing. And she was good at it. Or had been good at it until the tragedy in South America. Now she couldn't even fix herself. She didn't know how to go on, didn't know what to do, or who to be.
She had that in common with Gene Nelson. After the rancher found out the truth about his father, he'd realized his whole life was a lie. He'd gone a little wild, and saw no reason not to give in to his every desire. And the minute he saw Allison, he wanted her. But underneath their explosive passion, Allison and Gene found comfort in each other's wounded souls. And a chance to start over.
216 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published December 1, 1990
He also had a pretty formidable reputation locally with women and he didn’t usually turn down blatant invitations.
Frequently on a Friday night, he drove up to Billings for a little entertainment.
She wasn’t really pretty, but she had a glow about her.
He looked like a cowboy she’d seen in a movie once, tall and lean and lithe, with wide shoulders and narrow hips and long, powerful legs.
“Gene’s gone from bad to worse in the past few months. Women, liquor, fights. He threw a punch at our mechanic and fired him this morning.”
“Dale’s been calling again,” she said irritably. “She seems to have the idea that she’s engaged to you.” “I don’t marry one-night stands,” he said with deliberate cruelty.
His tastes run to those brassy, experienced women he meets at rodeos. But Allison seemed to captivate him.
He didn’t understand his fierce attraction to her, even if she did look good enough to eat tonight.
He sighed heavily as he watched her. It had been a while since he’d had a woman. His body ached for sensual oblivion, for something to ease the emotional pain he’d been through.
His gaze slid over her curiously, lingering on the thrust of her breasts under the low neckline.
Nine years his junior. Not much difference in years, and at her age, she couldn’t possibly be innocent.
“You know how Gene is with women.” “I don’t think you do,” Dwight said. “Jessie isn’t even his type. He likes sophisticated, worldly women.”
Allison was almost trembling by now. Gene felt stirred himself. It had been a while between women.
He nodded. “I won’t rush you,” he said. “But I won’t wait a great deal longer, either. It’s been too long for me.”
“You know that, don’t you? I enjoy being with you, and physically, we burn each other up. But I won’t lie and promise you happy ever after. I’m a confirmed bachelor.”
The sooner he got her out of his system physically, the sooner he could get back to normal and deal with his worst problems.
He’d failed her all the way around. He accepted the knowledge with shame and a kind of helpless pleasure as his eyes slid down to her breasts, still hard-tipped because he hadn’t satisfied her.
It had never been like that, he thought bitterly; it had never been so urgent that he couldn’t wait for his partner.