He put his mug down and walked up to her.“I don’t have sex with inebriated women.Whenwe have sex, Willow, you’ll remember.Every.Single.Second.Trust me.”
Her mouth opened and closed a few times before she turned away.“Thank you.I’ll phone Coop to come and get me.”
Just then they heard the sound of a truck pulling up outside.
“That’ll be Cooper.I phoned him earlier.”
Inhaling sharply, she glared at him.“What did you tell him?”she demanded.
“That you were sick and I brought you home.”He walked toward the front door.Just before he opened the door, he looked over his shoulder.“I didn’t tell him about your dreams.”
“What dreams?”
“Last night you told me you dream about me, remember?And you smiled at me.A bit tipsy, but you actually smiled at me.You never do.Just for the record, you’re not the only one with dreams.”Grinning, he opened the door.
Sputtering, she stomped past him.“I don’t know why you would say something like that.I’ve never dreamed about you, damn it and even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you.I don’t ever want to see you again!”
Swallowing his grin, he followed her outside.
*
Willow got intoCooper’s car.“Thank you.I don’t wanna talk.”
“Suits me,” Cooper waved as they left but Willow didn’t look up.She’d been humiliated enough.
As the left the ranch, she turned to her brother.“Are there any stories doing the rounds about… about last night?”
“By the time Hunter helped you to his truck, nobody else was around except the bartender and he won’t say anything.”
“How do you know?”
“Because Hunter asked him.”
Willow closed her eyes.Yeah, right.
When we make love… Hunter’s words were still echoing through her mind.How was she supposed to ever forget that?
Cooper patted her leg.“You’ll be okay.Hunter’s a good guy.”
She glared at her brother.“Since when do you read minds?”
“I choose not to, but it’s difficult with you sitting next to me.You’re obviously… something,” he winked at her.“And Hunter has something to do with it.”
“Can we keep this between us?”
“Of course.Close your eyes, you’re very pale.”
Like her, her younger brother was very intuitive, but he preferred animals to people and would rather spend his time talking to the numerous dogs, cats, horses, and the odd elk that always seemed to find their way to his house than making small talk around a table.
This was Marietta, though, and stories, whether they were true or false spread faster than a wildfire.
Well, at least her experience had given her two New Year’s resolutions: never enter Grey’s Saloon again and avoid Hunter Grant at all costs.
Chapter One
December, One Year Later
Bliss.Pure, unadulteratedbliss.Floating on her back, the warm water of the hot spring gently lapping her body, Willow closed her eyes.The cold air above her was thick with fog, cocooning her in her own private world.
