No Limits by Katherine Garbera Page A

I know the timing is wrong for this...” She gestured at the two of them and then shrugged.
    He laughed. “I have no idea what to call it, either.”
    â€œFlames,” she said. “It feels like a fire inside of me and I have no idea how to put it out.”
    â€œFire is dangerous for an astronaut,” he said.
    â€œFor a cowgirl, too,” she said. “So let’s be smart.”
    â€œI want to,” he admitted, but then he touched her neck, just ran his finger along the column of her throat, and a jolt went up his arm as she shivered.
    A light pink flush spread from the skin showing above the scooped top of her dress up her neck, and her lips parted as she went stock-still.
    â€œWe can’t be smart with this between us,” he said, softly. He leaned in, putting his forehead on hers and looked into those beautiful brown eyes. “Can we?”
    She closed her eyes and licked her lips. “I don’t know. I can’t think when you touch me.”
    â€œI have an idea,” he said, stepping back and dropping his hand. He had a hard time thinking of anything other than the way she’d felt in his arms the other night. The way she had tasted. Had a woman ever tasted as good as Molly? He couldn’t think of one.
    â€œYeah?”
    â€œWe just see what happens. Spend our days together on the ranch and see if this is more than just lust. Neither one of us are casual people. We aren’t going to just fall into bed because it feels good.”
    â€œI’m not too sure about that,” she said in a wry tone that made him smile.
    Damn.
    He liked her.
    That was why he needed to make sure he didn’t hurt her. He could do this. They were friends and now co-owners of a ranch—one that would require plenty of work if they wanted to get it back on solid financial footing. He couldn’t screw this up.
    He had to imagine he was definitely going back to NASA, though. He couldn’t let Molly be his contingency plan, his life, if he was denied a place on the Cronus program. He knew that. He wanted to believe he wouldn’t use Molly in that way. But a part of him, the part that had been a loser before he came to the Bar T Ranch as a teenager, wasn’t too sure. That part of him wanted to just take what he needed.
    * * *
    â€œT HIS ISN ’ T YOUR average will and you could probably contest it and get a judge to set aside Mick’s wishes. But, Molly, he was your dad and, Jason, I know you two were close. This is more about respecting his wishes than upholding the law. If you take it to court, it’ll be a long time before either of you can do anything with the ranch.”
    Molly crossed her legs. She’d worn a sleeveless dress that fell loosely over her body, accentuating the strength in her arms and her long legs. Her boots were hand-tooled and had turquoise accents in the leatherwork. She’d pulled the top of her hair back but left the rest to hang around her shoulders.
    Maybe that was why he’d been doing all that soul baring in the middle of town—he was thinking with his boner instead of his head.
    â€œOkay. Do we need to do anything to move forward?” Molly asked. “Legally?”
    â€œYou both have to sign off on any move to improve the ranch or change its purpose. That includes selling off or leasing part of it. I have the paperwork all ready to go. You can fill it in and both sign it and I’ll witness it.”
    â€œWe haven’t had a chance to discuss what we want to do,” Ace said.
    Running the Bar T wasn’t part of his plans for the future. He figured he’d recuperate here, do his exercise regimen, maybe stoke the flames of the fire between himself and Molly and leave after his three months’ leave. But this was...complicated.
    â€œI figured as much. If you want to, you can use my conference room to discuss plans. If it’s going to take longer than a few hours, we can schedule