the rules?” He went back to kissing her, and this time she didn’t pull away.
In fact, she kissed him back, pretty enthusiastically, he thought.
His blood screamed with desire. She felt so good in his arms, everything he’d ever dreamed of and more. All those long months of staring at her in the bar, fantasizing, wishing, knowing it was all so impossible...
Impossible was in his arms, suddenly hot and surely possible.
Forbidden fruit was the best—no doubt about that.
He ran his palms over Taylor’s lush backside—my God, it was the stuff of dreams—and she moaned, pressing up against him with those generous breasts he’d tried many a time to stop surreptitiously checking out. She was just so much woman, an hourglass-shape of delight, and thankfully, she’d forgotten all about the basement floor and seemed focused on him.
Her hands were just as busy as his. It was as if she couldn’t get enough of him, which made Falcon hotter than the fire in the stone circle in the canyons. He was going to take her to that circle one day, show her the setting of stones, one for each Chacon Callahan sibling. And he was going to make love to her right there, in the home of his spirit.
She reached for his belt buckle, shocking him when she undid it with deft, eager fingers—and it hit him that all his lucky stars were falling out of the sky on him, blessing him with something he’d never, ever had the courage to imagine.
He was going to make love to the best girl in Diablo—right here, right now—right next to Rancho Diablo’s buried treasure.
It wasn’t breaking the rules if no one ever found out.
She whispered, “Falcon...” against his neck, and he went spinning over the edge, into the hot heaven that was Taylor.
Chapter Six
“So, did Falcon yell at you? Much?”
Ash’s blue eyes were huge in her sun-warmed face, worried as she was about her big brother’s overprotective fit yesterday. Taylor kept walking down the sidewalk on the main drag in Diablo, carrying her sack of groceries, everything right in her world. “He yelled, sort of. Not as much as you’d imagine. In fact, Falcon’s really more of a lover than a fighter.”
Ash tagged along beside her. “You don’t know Falcon. He’s totally a fighter. In fact, of all of us, he’s a little bit crazy, if you know what I mean. I was worried about you.”
“Why? He’s a kitten.”
Ash stopped in her tracks for a moment, then caught up again. “Never let Falcon hear you say that. He sees himself more as a stealthy tiger. In fact, his spirit aura is—”
“Ash, quit worrying.” Taylor went into Banger’s and set the groceries on the counter for Jillian. “How is Xav?”
“He’s fine. They did a surgery to take out the bullet. He wouldn’t take any pain meds. Said he had to live up to the Callahans, or something stupid like that. One of us hypnotized him so he wouldn’t feel pain, but I’m not saying who, so don’t ask. He’s pretty happy now, except he wants out of the hospital yesterday.” Ash’s face glowed as she bragged on Xav. “I’m crazy about him.”
“I know. He knows.” Taylor smiled.
“You think that’s a bad thing?” Ash looked anxious.
“Not in his case. He’s running from himself, not you, is my guess.”
Ash raised a brow. “You sound like a Callahan. Philosophical.”
“I don’t quite ladle around all the balone—I mean, thank you.” She smiled at Ashlyn. “I’ll take that as high praise. What did you do with the casing?”
“Oh. I gave that to Sheriff Cartwright. Then I had to tell my brothers I’d found it.” She sighed. “Of course, you found it, but I covered for you. Falcon was annoyed enough.”
“Thanks.”
“Whatever. Don’t act like you’re grateful, because I know you weren’t really worried about Falcon’s temper.”
Taylor smiled. “Actually he seems like a reasonable individual.”
Ash shook her head. “You’ll have to learn the hard way. I’ve got to go. Thanks for
In fact, she kissed him back, pretty enthusiastically, he thought.
His blood screamed with desire. She felt so good in his arms, everything he’d ever dreamed of and more. All those long months of staring at her in the bar, fantasizing, wishing, knowing it was all so impossible...
Impossible was in his arms, suddenly hot and surely possible.
Forbidden fruit was the best—no doubt about that.
He ran his palms over Taylor’s lush backside—my God, it was the stuff of dreams—and she moaned, pressing up against him with those generous breasts he’d tried many a time to stop surreptitiously checking out. She was just so much woman, an hourglass-shape of delight, and thankfully, she’d forgotten all about the basement floor and seemed focused on him.
Her hands were just as busy as his. It was as if she couldn’t get enough of him, which made Falcon hotter than the fire in the stone circle in the canyons. He was going to take her to that circle one day, show her the setting of stones, one for each Chacon Callahan sibling. And he was going to make love to her right there, in the home of his spirit.
She reached for his belt buckle, shocking him when she undid it with deft, eager fingers—and it hit him that all his lucky stars were falling out of the sky on him, blessing him with something he’d never, ever had the courage to imagine.
He was going to make love to the best girl in Diablo—right here, right now—right next to Rancho Diablo’s buried treasure.
It wasn’t breaking the rules if no one ever found out.
She whispered, “Falcon...” against his neck, and he went spinning over the edge, into the hot heaven that was Taylor.
Chapter Six
“So, did Falcon yell at you? Much?”
Ash’s blue eyes were huge in her sun-warmed face, worried as she was about her big brother’s overprotective fit yesterday. Taylor kept walking down the sidewalk on the main drag in Diablo, carrying her sack of groceries, everything right in her world. “He yelled, sort of. Not as much as you’d imagine. In fact, Falcon’s really more of a lover than a fighter.”
Ash tagged along beside her. “You don’t know Falcon. He’s totally a fighter. In fact, of all of us, he’s a little bit crazy, if you know what I mean. I was worried about you.”
“Why? He’s a kitten.”
Ash stopped in her tracks for a moment, then caught up again. “Never let Falcon hear you say that. He sees himself more as a stealthy tiger. In fact, his spirit aura is—”
“Ash, quit worrying.” Taylor went into Banger’s and set the groceries on the counter for Jillian. “How is Xav?”
“He’s fine. They did a surgery to take out the bullet. He wouldn’t take any pain meds. Said he had to live up to the Callahans, or something stupid like that. One of us hypnotized him so he wouldn’t feel pain, but I’m not saying who, so don’t ask. He’s pretty happy now, except he wants out of the hospital yesterday.” Ash’s face glowed as she bragged on Xav. “I’m crazy about him.”
“I know. He knows.” Taylor smiled.
“You think that’s a bad thing?” Ash looked anxious.
“Not in his case. He’s running from himself, not you, is my guess.”
Ash raised a brow. “You sound like a Callahan. Philosophical.”
“I don’t quite ladle around all the balone—I mean, thank you.” She smiled at Ashlyn. “I’ll take that as high praise. What did you do with the casing?”
“Oh. I gave that to Sheriff Cartwright. Then I had to tell my brothers I’d found it.” She sighed. “Of course, you found it, but I covered for you. Falcon was annoyed enough.”
“Thanks.”
“Whatever. Don’t act like you’re grateful, because I know you weren’t really worried about Falcon’s temper.”
Taylor smiled. “Actually he seems like a reasonable individual.”
Ash shook her head. “You’ll have to learn the hard way. I’ve got to go. Thanks for
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