Nevada Heat
“Jesse stared at her, his chest heaving with his effort to calm his breathing. What had happened? Miranda reached out a hand for him, but he stepped back. Her hair was coming loose from her once neat braid. Long, soft tendrils curled down around her face. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips parted as her breath came in short, harsh gasps. Her turquoise eyes were shining as she watched him, and Jesse felt a vague sense of dread creep through him. Oh, Lord, what was goin’ on? He reached up and rubbed one hand over his face. He ignored the trembling in his fingers and tried to remember why he'd come to the canyon. He had to get out of that damned store. He was after vengeance. Justice. He couldn't let anything distract him. Not even Miranda. He had to think. His gaze flicked to her and he knew he'd never be able to think clearly around her again. The memory of that kiss and what it had done to him would always be with him. Deliberately he turned away from her. It was hard enough tryin...g to figure out what she'd done to him.MoreLess
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