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explain what a man's shirt is doing in my kitchen!"
Now his lips spread into a full, cocksure grin. "Afraid you'll lose your suitor before your year of mourning is up, Miss Addy?"
His effrontery made her breathless with fury. "Of course not! I told you Sheriff Wilson means nothing to me! I was merely trying to protect the secret of your being here--a secret I never thought was necessary--at least from him! If you had any sense, you'd let me tell Sheriff Wilson you were here, pool your knowledge about the Fogartys with him, and catch those outlaws that much sooner!"
He looked like a big, black cat as he stalked toward her. "If I had any sense," he said, "I wouldn't do this."
Before she could figure out what his intention was, he had pulled her close with his right arm and was kissing her with a thoroughness and an expertise that left her breathless--and wanting more. He gave it to her, gently parting her lips with his and invading her mouth. She could only sag against him for a moment until the dizziness passed, but when she tried to draw back and slap him for his audacity, he danced out of reach.
She felt a flare of satisfaction at the way the sudden movement made him wince. "If you ever do anything remotely like that again--" she began.
"You'll run screaming to the sheriff," he finished for her. "I'm sorry, Miss Addy. It's just that when you get mad, your green eyes glow like emeralds. I just never could resist a green-eyed woman."
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