Seduction of Saber (Saving the Sinners of Preacher's Bend #3) by Jevenna Willow Page A

who she
had to consider as a mere stranger come to rue her day, Saber groaned into hers.
His hands slipped down to encompass the small of her back, lower still to cup
her ass. Julia entwined her fingers around his neck and pulled his muscular
frame close.
    Their overly warm flesh began to touch quite
intimately, quite shockingly, and all she could think was God! This feels
great . The danger and that he should not be doing this to her hadn’t once entered
her head.
    That’s when a second throat cleared, followed by a
third; a distinct clearing of the vocal chords. Regrettably, a fourth then added
to the lot. Lastly, a gasp, a very loud curse, with eight-year-old Cody Hillard
blurting out that he was going to tell on her.
    Quick as a wink, Cody Hilliard darted across the full
expanse of the living room and kicked Saber Patterson— Mr . Eight
Second Wonder, a man who rode dangerous, two-thousand pound bulls for a
living, and lived through those rides every time—right in the calf muscle of
his left leg, as hard as he could.
    It would have been funny.
    Instead, Julia was mortified.

Chapter Seven
    “Damnation, Little Britches, what in the God’s name
was that for?” Saber reached down to rub his leg muscle as Julia glared at her
little brother in mute warning.
    Her fists were balled at the sides of her legs simply
to hold herself back from smacking her little brat of a brother side the head,
as she wanted to. Or, say something to Cody she’d regret later on. Equally, something
that could be used against her, say around Christmas time.
    “And I’ll do it to your other leg, Mister, if you try
hurting my sister again.” Cody’s warning was shot up at a man nearly twice his
size.
    “I wasn’t hurtin’…Well, damn, Little Britches!” Saber’s
eyes slipped to Julia, who grinned even though she was still very angry with
her little brother for breaking them apart.
    Confused at these conflicted feelings, she couldn’t
figure out whether to laugh or cry at the sudden loss of this man’s touch. She
chose to get angry with Cody instead. Anger she could deal with. What she’d
done with Saber Patterson wasn’t something she should concern herself too much about
now. Not yet. Not until everything and everyone settled down a bit.
    “Cody Augustus Hillard? What in heaven’s name are you
doing here? I thought Gill told me he was meeting you at the diner? You’re
leaving in a few hours and this is definitely not the diner.” Her words
were crisp and physically barked at the smug-face child staring up at them.
    The fact two other men, two of her boarders, were
inside the living room, didn’t even begin to enter into her thoughts—or
dissolve her humiliation.
    Saber bent down and was rubbing his left leg, while a
willful Cody ignored his bigger, older half-sister and moved toward the table
laden with the tray of muffins.
    About to stuff one of the muffins in his mouth, his
hand was slapped away by a very large, very angry man. “Not until you apologize
for kicking me in the shin, Little Britches,” Saber warned.
    Cody glared at Saber, as he tried to take a muffin,
yet again. “Says who?”
    “Says me.” He slapped the kid’s hand away for the
second time.
    Julia groaned. At this rate, the poor man would be
wanted for child abuse—not potential womanizing activities. Nevertheless, Cody
deserved any and all punishment. He had no manners, and unless he apologized—to
the both of them—he had no right to eat one of her muffins.
    “Until you say you are sorry for kicking me in the
shin, Little Britches, those blueberry muffins are mine!” Saber said harshly.
    One male a tad bit larger and much older than the
other—like about three feet, at least a hundred pounds, and a good twenty years
to his age—each male was sharpening his sword. What Cody lacked in physical
size, he more than made up for it in temper. And mouth.
    “You can’t tell me what to do, piss head!”
    Julia could have warned Saber, had there been a