Kyle's Modern Montana Bride (The New Montana Brides Book 6) by Susan Leigh Carlton Page A

too,” she said.
    “Whatever he is, he owes it to you.”
    “Listen to us. We’re getting maudlin in our old age,” she said.
    “Well, this maudlin old coot is tired and is going to bed. Which room do you want?” he asked.
    “It doesn’t matter,” she said. “The smaller room is fine. Let me get in the bathroom, and then I’ll get out of your way” She got her bag and went into the bathroom and emerged ten minutes later, wearing a light blue robe. “All yours,” she said.
    He went to his bedroom, undressed and got in the bed. He fell asleep immediately. His dream had changed. It no longer was a raging fire. He was looking everywhere, calling her name. She didn’t answer. He saw her off in the distance walking away from him. He called to her, but she never turned, and just continued walking until she faded in the distance.
    He was startled awake by a touch on his shoulder. It was Susannah. “Are you all right? You must have been having a nightmare. You were tossing and turning.”
    “I guess I did. I’m sorry if I woke you,” he said.
    “I wasn’t asleep. I’m scared of what we might find out in the morning.
    “Whatever it is, we’ll face it together,” he said.
    She turned back the covers and lay on the bed beside him. “I don’t know if I could handle it if it’s Zach in the morgue,” she said.
    “Turn over,” he said, “and I’ll hold you.”
    She turned her back to him and snuggled back into his arms. She moved once, causing his hand to come in contact with her breast. She covered it with hers and squirmed back against him. She murmured something, Kyle didn’t catch, and she was asleep.
    “He woke, as the first signs of daylight began to peek around the drawn curtain. He tried to remove his arm without waking Susannah, but was unsuccessful.
    She opened her eyes, and smiled at him It was suddenly brighter in the room. “Hey you,” she said.
    “Good morning,” he said. “Did you sleep well?”
    “I did. How about you?”
    “I did as well, My ribs didn’t bother me at all. Must have been the company.”
    “I’m glad you did, I was really down about this morning, and you were there for me. Thank you for not taking advantage,” she said.
    “I would not do that,” he said.
    “Do we have to get up yet?” she asked, and pushed back against him. This is comfortable.”
    “Let me stretch my arm. It’s gone to sleep,” he said.
    “Has it been there all night?” she asked.
    He nodded. “You poor thing. I don’t see show you slept at all.” She turned over to face him. “Is this better,” she asked.
    He tightened his arms  around her, and said, You’re just asking to be kissed.”
    “I know,” she said, looking into his eyes, “so what are you going to do about it?” He kissed her thoroughly, and received her best effort in return. His right hand found her breast, and began to feel the firmness if her nipple.
    “Mm… she said. “It’s getting warm in here again.”
    He moved his hand. “Why did you do that,” she asked.
    “Susannah, I want to make love to you. I don’t want it to be in a moment of weakness, with some big unknown hanging over us.”
    “Kyle, I don’t sleep around. I can’t even tell you how long it has been. You are a special person, and I really do want you.” She put her hand over his, and held it against her breast.
     

chapter twelve
    It’s Not Him
    The Residence Inn does have a good breakfast as a part of a suite rental. Omelets are made to order. Kyle asked for his favorite, the Western Omelet, Susannah decided on bacon and cheese. After getting coffee, they sat at a corner table. Kyle ate with a coming appetite, and attacked his food.
    “You’re not eating, Kiddo, is there something the matter. She looked up, and smiled, her eyes moist from the tears close to spilling out.
    “I lost my appetite,” she said. “The thought of what we might see has me scared to death.”
    “Susannah, you don’t have to do this. I can make the ID.