Forbidden (Old West #1)

by Beverly Jenkins

“I enjoyed our conversation at the market this morning. I’m looking forward to the marmalade.” His hands were still on her chair, and if she didn’t know better she’d think he was staking his claim.

He folded his arms. “Did you not wish to see the kitchen?” “I wanted to. Alone. You stood over me like I was yours.” “I was just being a good host.”

Ezekiel offered her his arm. As she accepted, she watched Rhine’s green eyes darken. “Good day, Mr. Fontaine.”

“How about wanting to kiss you again.” “You’re determined to make this difficult.” “No, darlin’, I’m determined to hold you in my arms again.”

If he got her alone in his rooms again, she might not surface until Christmas, but he kept that to himself.