though her life depended on his touch, unable to bear the idea that she would actually leave his side—even for a moment—more-or-less a few months. And she still couldn’t shake the realization that this could take her much, much longer.
Kat kissed Kid back with more passion than she ever had before.
She kissed him with all the fire within her because the thing that bothered her most—and still wouldn’t give her any peace—were the fragmented memories
Not that she had any idea what they meant. And other than the obvious fact that someone had hired a bounty hunter, she’d have thought they were nothing more than bad memories from someone’s lies about her childhood. She’d been lied to. Lots of kids were. But— her mind—her dreams —seemed determined to warn her.
And that told her, she still didn’t know some vital clues to the puzzle behind her memories—that she still hadn’t figured out some very important parts. Perhaps, they even warned her not to go after this man….
That gave her pause.
Kat pulled back, staring into Kid’s eyes. Since she knew this thing, this burning deep down in her soul, wouldn’t give her peace and just seemed to get worse with each passing day, then perhaps it did still do so because of her decision to take this to the source.
Kat leaned in on her tip-toes, and kissed Kid back with everything in her soul—because as she kissed him, she knew that she might not get to kiss him again.
Because—she might not.
She couldn’t get a read on the nightmare she’d become entangled in, and that in itself seemed out of the ordinary. In fact, that bothered her more than anything else. Kat always followed her gut. It never let her down. But she couldn’t seem to pinpoint the driving force behind her every action right now. And that pushed her to want to take some kind of action—any kind of action—as long as it was forward.
Her gut had been screaming at her—trying to tell her something. And she knew she couldn’t rest until she figured out what that thing was.
She pulled back, as always gazing deep into Kid’s beautiful, dark eyes. He frowned, and she knew he sensed something more going on with her.
Kat knew she couldn’t be an easy woman to love. And Kid had still been able to keep in tune with her emotions, almost from the first day they’d met. He clearly picked up on her pain now.
“Okay,” he said, just as he had earlier. “Out with it.”
And to her surprise, just as before, she found her eyes filling with tears once again. But instead of assuring him, which would have been the wise thing to do, she found herself speaking honestly—again—because she just didn’t know how to lie to Kid.
“I wish you wouldn’t try to leave here with me.” She shook her head. “You will not like where I have to go. This man doesn’t come from here. You belong here, not in some fancy city back East. Remember when Doc sent you to those fancy schools there?” she said, her face wet with her tears, and she knew that her tears told Kid more than she wanted him to know.
Kid’s gaze narrowed on her face. “It doesn’t matter,” he said, his tone final. “I will only follow you if you refuse to walk beside me.”
She sniffed—then smiled. She nodded—yet she still knew she had to go without him. She loved him too much to let him go to a place she knew would cause him pain.
Kid pulled her into his arms, as he always did, kissing away the dampness on her face. She wasn’t prone to tears, and she knew her tears must tell him too much of the war she fought inside.
But that couldn’t help it—anymore than she could help what was about to happen.
Kat had ridden halfway to town before the sun reached high in the sky. But even the sight of the sun, stretching over the ground like a blanket, stretching golden fingers across Mother Earth and sending the birds singing in greeting, still did nothing to lighten her mood.
She groaned out-loud.
Whatever bothered her
Kat kissed Kid back with more passion than she ever had before.
She kissed him with all the fire within her because the thing that bothered her most—and still wouldn’t give her any peace—were the fragmented memories
Not that she had any idea what they meant. And other than the obvious fact that someone had hired a bounty hunter, she’d have thought they were nothing more than bad memories from someone’s lies about her childhood. She’d been lied to. Lots of kids were. But— her mind—her dreams —seemed determined to warn her.
And that told her, she still didn’t know some vital clues to the puzzle behind her memories—that she still hadn’t figured out some very important parts. Perhaps, they even warned her not to go after this man….
That gave her pause.
Kat pulled back, staring into Kid’s eyes. Since she knew this thing, this burning deep down in her soul, wouldn’t give her peace and just seemed to get worse with each passing day, then perhaps it did still do so because of her decision to take this to the source.
Kat leaned in on her tip-toes, and kissed Kid back with everything in her soul—because as she kissed him, she knew that she might not get to kiss him again.
Because—she might not.
She couldn’t get a read on the nightmare she’d become entangled in, and that in itself seemed out of the ordinary. In fact, that bothered her more than anything else. Kat always followed her gut. It never let her down. But she couldn’t seem to pinpoint the driving force behind her every action right now. And that pushed her to want to take some kind of action—any kind of action—as long as it was forward.
Her gut had been screaming at her—trying to tell her something. And she knew she couldn’t rest until she figured out what that thing was.
She pulled back, as always gazing deep into Kid’s beautiful, dark eyes. He frowned, and she knew he sensed something more going on with her.
Kat knew she couldn’t be an easy woman to love. And Kid had still been able to keep in tune with her emotions, almost from the first day they’d met. He clearly picked up on her pain now.
“Okay,” he said, just as he had earlier. “Out with it.”
And to her surprise, just as before, she found her eyes filling with tears once again. But instead of assuring him, which would have been the wise thing to do, she found herself speaking honestly—again—because she just didn’t know how to lie to Kid.
“I wish you wouldn’t try to leave here with me.” She shook her head. “You will not like where I have to go. This man doesn’t come from here. You belong here, not in some fancy city back East. Remember when Doc sent you to those fancy schools there?” she said, her face wet with her tears, and she knew that her tears told Kid more than she wanted him to know.
Kid’s gaze narrowed on her face. “It doesn’t matter,” he said, his tone final. “I will only follow you if you refuse to walk beside me.”
She sniffed—then smiled. She nodded—yet she still knew she had to go without him. She loved him too much to let him go to a place she knew would cause him pain.
Kid pulled her into his arms, as he always did, kissing away the dampness on her face. She wasn’t prone to tears, and she knew her tears must tell him too much of the war she fought inside.
But that couldn’t help it—anymore than she could help what was about to happen.
Kat had ridden halfway to town before the sun reached high in the sky. But even the sight of the sun, stretching over the ground like a blanket, stretching golden fingers across Mother Earth and sending the birds singing in greeting, still did nothing to lighten her mood.
She groaned out-loud.
Whatever bothered her
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